Days pass like heat wave mirages over distant horizons.
As these moments pass, do we play and revel:
Or do you find yourself in dread and fear of…
the next moment… the next hour… day or year?
What is dominant in your life?
Is it joy for this instant, this moment and breath -
No further than “right here,”
Or are you chasing fleeting happiness:
grasping at the dreamy film of far-off future.
Within the very breath taken and released,
As each and every moment of your existence passes,
You must realize, you are merely a blade of grass,
Stranded in a great cosmic field,
Whether you fly as a feather or a leaf on the wind,
Or if you are a stable, deep rooted blade of grab grass,
Or the soft carpet of Kentucky blue:
This summer of our existence is ever so fleeting.
So live it up, my petite life forms of nothing special,
For very soon we shall all pass by,
Like the heat at the height of summer,
As merely a mirage of season, space and time. - A.L. B. 7'14
Personal Note: I have been spending a great deal of time "out and about," as many of you can tell by the inundation of photographs posted. Which leaves little time for here, and even less time for the creation of "real" art. BUT... this has, thus far, been one of the best summers of my life. For the in-between-times, "THANK YOU!" to all you wonderful people who both inspire me, and are equally inspired. Though I'm always running behind on physical, verbal, and literary forms of thank you's, and I am even further behind on catching up on everyone else's deviation... you go not unappreciated. I hope your summers are going equally as well, and with more inspiration than you have time to tap into.
Much love and inspiration to all those who live by light.
- Listening to: my conscience
- Reading: the unspoken language of love
- Watching: the days fly by
- Playing: adventuress
- Eating: Lies, spitting truth in your face
- Drinking: wine coolers