How many more times…
When I was a young boy I would see my own reflection clear as glass mirror image and with that simple fascination of my own reflection in the pool of life’s existence be merry-go-round stuck in the primping and glossing of my own surface quality self-image perfection garden of Eden surroundings. School age crisis time surrounded by young punk whippersnappers don’t give an inch who you looking at? a look over the edge and the surface was more rippled my image blending with others who were trying, though still vainly, to see their image what’s it all about meaning of life? Graduation/job/marriage/kids/house/pet self-doubts brick wall fall down get up and do it again. Is there a universal answer or is it just a Monty Python cruel joke with no love you get equal to the love you make? Older wiser more settled I look into the pool of life’s existence now and see the surface broken by a gazillion ripples/tides/breaking waves and can see farther deeper the unspoken I see it in your eyes knowledge of those that waded out and now swim/surf with the other connected creatures and can sideways gaze at more meaningful ways of the life-death experience. I no longer cringe in fear with the memory of the bully who would punch me in the back hard as he could to get ahead of me in the lunch line pushed back only one step behind sandwich construction techniques see it with my own eyes maybe I can contribute too just wading up to my knees at first. Why hasn’t anyone started stacking the war machines just slightly offshore for those Uluwatu perfection waves? Did those new voting machines hypnotize your vision fade to white no lasting memory of that perfect tube ride last swell cake-walk with the holy creator? How many more waves will you miss wrapping around shadow islands while you work in the factories pushing out product bang-bang BOOM you’re dead we win! JUST so we can open one more trinket tourist shop on the beach in paradise selling man on the tree down on your knees do as I say have you heard the word today way of life? How many more times will I be able push myself out over the edge for another look at god’s creation?