November 30th, 2004
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Eyes on Me
Sometimes I’m lucky enough to stop things for a minute. My mind comes out of what’s next and simply slips to now and nothing. These are cool moments with just the right pressure under my eyes. My heart beats and I breathe and the world just beautifully is.
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I don’t know a lot of things… but it doesn’t matter. My heart is easy and I feel complacent, peaceful. The train rolls on, and I in it, so many others on their way home long after birds laid down for the night. The seats are soft and warm, the people quiet and contemplative. I have a bicycle, a brain, two legs and a home. I’ve seen things big and small, and if I never left this car again it would be enough. For dreams, and memories, and feelings woven between the two that fill and flush my soul; can I put it simply enough?
Being is a mindset, a constantly recording tape that picks up the sadness and the joy, and lets it go on a long, deep river that stretches ever on into the sunset that one day I’ll meet.
