How do I explain the feelings that have come “over me?” They’re like ocean waves ebbing and flowing in each breath.
In and out. To and fro. You & Me. Somehow all connected.
I need but close my eyes. No, I don’t need that. I stare straight ahead, and feel the glow within. Staying focused, I see through a lens of “feeling,” glazed over with Peace and Calm. Resting, I let a therapeutic gentleness flow from a fountain of Love and Pure Ecstasy.
Not the frenzied, tear off your clothes and go crazy type, but the slow, easy New Orleans jazz sway to rock you and roll you, lifting you without you knowing you ever been elevated, swept off your feet.
I am king of the Universe. My Universe, and all is well. All is at rest, like the Sphinx, needing nothing and no one but the air, wind and sand to keep it company in its long journey through my mind. My vision of Napoleon’s men shooting target practice bullets to destroy what they cannot understand, paving the way for the Taliban to deface and mar one Buddha statue after another, like a child on a tantrum, a rampage against all gods but the one they are so sure demands such unholy action.
I float. Gently, like a tiny sail boat on a Venice waterway with a gondolier singing like Perry Como, relaxing and softening the weary aches of a worn and torn body that will never see better days. Days when it ran a mile in 6 minutes and 18 seconds of streams of sub-consciousness that Dr. Jung believed sent messages from Above.
Nonsense? Or a brief glimpse at disorder let loose to help create an order? Eyes close, allowing letters and words to form together. Here a sentence, there a sentence. Everywhere a consecutive sentence to a Life with no time-off for Good Behavior.
And, there you have it. A peek inside the merry Light of michael j on a day twinkling bright with sunshine and hope for tomorrow. No rhyme. No reason.
Just a taste of uncorrected, unedited, underneath the covers look at what goes on inside. I like it. It’s more like a love affair I’m having behind your back, so don’t tell anyone who may not understand how much all of us need to love and be in love. At least once a day. All day. Every Day.