Thoughts on a wednesday night...

As we listen to Van Morrison and see the photos of the aged humans seeking to exist for another day,... I Think..

Yes, I perform that energy dissolver called thought..

Consciousness interupts me and says, 'Do you not remember Me as Thought"?..

I answer the 'Heart' and say that forgetfulness is not within these words..

The years written within the flesh of age is an awakening experience..

I as Consciousness see a thirty year old man and yet the Dream sees me as an old man..

I see my hair as gray and yet music stirs my Soul..

How strange to live so long..

Events of war and past claimed my existence,

but Heart would not allow this exit..


namaste, thomas