flowering...

where we are

where we stand

this moment

this breath

is the best it will ever get

beyond or before this moment of being

is nothing but a distorted wasteland

a junkyard

of hopes and dreams

of should

woulda

couldas

 

we are eternally riding a wave

the ultimate immortal

a pulse that was started

when time started

when space for time

and time for space was created

and an intelligence of all things

organic or not

linked beyond comprehension

...obviously

moves outward

never to return to its source

 

never will we go back

there is no back

its gone, done

cooked

memories will convert to stories

myth

lore

stories of former perceptions

distorted truths

out of original context

stories that reflect only the current

never the reality of what was

 

we are past gone

never to return

unless we are riding a giant rubberband

and a snap back whiplash happens

and then maybe

we will return  from which we came

until then

how's all this now workin' for ya'll