I LOVE YOU, YOU F***ER
Oh beautiful music!
You are the perfect marriage
of free will
and this unfolding universe
I weep joyous death-tears
of gratitude and defiance
bearing witness to you
But how dare you give me such joy,
And then take this moment from me!
You demand I trust you
You imply the next note to come
Yet you provide me no assurances
For I can feel the end is near,
I love you, you fucker!
Hahahaha, time to cry-die
See young self,
witness with me now,
emanates from resonant
moment by moment
all is love
Does the skilled guitarrista gripe at her guitar?
is she malevolent to her melody?
does she critique her key?
rage at her rhythm?
does she stop to angrily rebuke her audience?
No, she has fallen in love with every speck
present in her spacious awareness
of the dance of her fingers
of the instrument on which she plays,
of the chair upon which she sits,
of the body in which she inhabits,
of the air she breathes,
of the mind that bears her awareness forward,
of her ever present frustrated desire to play today
as she will after tomorrow's practice,
of her knowing and accepting it all ends eventually,
of all these imperfect things,
all vibrating in time
This wheel of life turning
round and round
She cares not,
that there is no return to this moment,
She is lost in beauty
To be ALIVE,
Is to be conscious!
It is NOT to CONTROL OTHERS!
It is to fall madly, deeply, tragically,
IN LOVE WITH EVERYTHING!
and then to CREATE!
To create with
to embody these
back into the universe
and to love then
even the end