flying once more
Mood:
amorous
Now Playing: a run can make all the difference
Topic: big world dreams
it is true that we have only moments to live .. today i lived for a moment .. yes the films leave me feeling like a hero that i once was . finding out that i could excel at something disocvering that one's last thought before dying is the same as everyone elses .. grasping that reaching out beyond one's fears and abilities leaves you with a warmth inside that keeps you going ..
and so here is the day
at this moment i would love to write that james joyce style . thousands of pages all concerned with one day .and yet to me capture for me is a mix of movement and conscious effort ..
for me waking was a happy event .. 10.00am and i felt that i was rested .. considering the next move i lay in warm sheets.. considering that food would be the only thing to get me going .. it used to be cigarettes .. now it is shopping and eating ..
I got up looking at the clock and wondering why i had somehow slept through the morning ..
walking to the store is a process of change .. from insular to a dim realization that the world is populated by other human beings that somehow i feel duty bound to relate to . there are simply men and women male and female . old and young ..strong and weak .. rich and those that seem to revolt . i see the families that somehow move slug like .. head and tail .. old and young .. noisy ..and the horror of horror that man you might know if you had been having one of your moments .. there are always those moments when you believe that you recgnize a face or a stoop .. a familiar head or back ... and then it turns out to be a stranger .. and yet at moments like so .. i consider them to be so
with a small commnent .. like
well it might as well be Danial .. or it might as well be her .. same thing really .. a person is a person is a person .. no matter how you see it ..
and so after making it to the shopping entrance without mishap .. emotionaly head held high thinking that if i have high aspirations or high ideal or high thoughts then i might be OK . i enter the warmth of the place .. bright and filled with ladies faces . looking slightly bewildered .. as if trying to remmenber something important . that look of fear almost .. that if they somehow fail to recall everything that is needed ..all manner of horrors may occur .. they shop as if at gun point ..
i know that my needs are simple .. enough fiber to get me going ..so i am happy .. saving it for the day ..
once i have walked the aisles and maybe said a few hellos then i feel that i am in my skin .. paying is always a joy .. talk flows at this time of the day .. and i guess that i am comforted by the knowledge that i can always leave .. this is my metaphor .. for life in general .. that i can leave it if i want .. and so with a brief look at the papers ..reading the headlines is about at close as i get to important status .. i take the store with my eyes ..out the exit and into the queues waiting for hell to freeze over .. people tend to hang around entrances .. standing in small rings .. hands in pockets looking like they have thinigs to hide . that only only they know .. i think that it gives them a sense of freedom .. a senseof sefl .. or perhaps i am wrong and that is their selves fro all to see
i walk on .. looking at the number plates .. force of haibt .. have done it ever since boyhood ... oh there's a new one .. 09 or i like that one N reg ..a good year that .. oh that hubcap got a great look .. and that one ... ! a star .. a five pointed star .. how naughty .. five pointed stars .. all that hollywood stuff .. oh and that one ..almost the same but well after a while five points . seven points .. snow shaped .. roundedor sharp .. they are just tires .. although i used to look at the brand or as i still like to call them makes .. my favourite being pirelli .. great big wide tires .. that say that whatever the car it needs a lot of tread ... to grip . and yes it was always and still is . two numbers .. one big one small .. important stuff ..
and now as i ponder .. i pass on my right hiding or hidden .. a group of smokers .. ready rub ..sucking .. on juicy tobbaco .. freezing cold .. my pace quickens ..and i wonder if their conversation is as mad as when i smoked . years now .. but one always recalls if one wants ..
onwards home .. passing the office where i believe they deal with accounts .. a quick look to see if Ritta is in .. at her desk . once more i ponder that she will be there all day .. long we share a common bond .. both are single desperate and enoy yoga once a week . thurdays . Ritta somehow manages to warn the other women that attend yoga class that i live not tweny feet from where she works .. and i guess that means that i am a person not to be mixed with .. the irony however is rather funny . if one thinks about it deeply .. however i am grateful for her concern ... i feel happy concerning my work and where i live .. not twenty feet from Ritta .. sounds like a Beatles song or at least a lyric .. something from their later years .. perhaps .. makes us something to behold i guess ..
her boss i do not know .. however i do know that he stays late .. playing cards with his computer ..the green baize screen can be seen quite easily from the street .. infact the whole office is glazed over and thus creates a goldfish bowl affect .. business seems to be going well .. although .. as with any business that involves professionals such as accountants .. all is not as it seems ..
to be continued
and so once i had go home and eaten . tai chi and meditated twice .. once with krishna murti and mindfulness with some other the morning was done and lunch was due oh and a little dream journal
to be honest it must have been past 01.00 by the time i ate and then somehow a chance to see the rest of the film .. and this whilst boosting my spirits i was ready to go swim ..
a shock that i had only 20 mins to so so . let me have a few minutes with Ahmud and Alan ..
great .. and then home and the real thing a run out of sheer mmmn .. a run in the rain a run in the cold and whilst i was running , a meditation upon dying . and all the things i never got to do .. parachuting to earth .. marriage .. a marathon .. most of the first 15 mins was physical then it got to be more pensive .. what if i was dying .. what would happen . i have seen it before and know a little what of me .. a hospice .or perhaps someplace else .. why no book .. no song .. no love no gifts to others .. no acting .. no degree .. no photograpy .. no art no performance .. no a hundred things .. no dance no great symphony .. and then once i had collected my thoughts . all earthy stuff gone .. only the water .. what of that stuff .. emotions . why no love no hate no anger no emotions to expression .. to expressiion ..and then heat .. that kept me going .. i found that as i ran there moments of fear .. what if this was my last breath .. what if i had burned out ..and all i had now was air .. and then spirit intervened .. breath and spirt .. breathing .. evenly then love final desires .. choices that i hoped would change or at least tempor my day . thoughts of jane .. then onwards seeing the futility of simple deisre then reality .. more like the last breath of a dying man .. what would be my last breathing thought .. Mum .. and then again .. a last thought .. Hannah .. of all people .. my unconscious working overtime .. why hannah .. well i was passing so i guess my mind likes to make short cuts .. if i had been somewhere else it might have been someone else ..
home and something to eat .. and then writing
thanks to waking up good food good luck to good fortune to great spirits to good overal health to good mental and good physical health to good neighbours to good landlords to hobbies to work to mates to meditation to exercise to sense limbs and laughter comedy to music to tears to films to saunas to being paid to tv to toys to family to teachers to help with living to warmth to good weather to medicine to fellow students
Posted by ecomill
at 6:47 PM GMT
Updated: Tuesday, 29 December 2009 7:18 PM GMT