poignant

sweet writing-hang in there

The Carpenter's song, Yesterday Once More, comes to mind here. "When you get to the part, where he's breaking her heart, it can even make me cry, just like before, it's yesterday once more..."



I look at the words I wrote not so long ago, and think who is this person, not me!



Space flows through us all and we are constantly in flux, from within and without, verbally, physically, emotionally and certainly in all other ways, as your poem is a testimony to that fact. I am proud you had the wits about you to express the vagueness and strangeness of being a part of fluxing space that is you, forever caught up in the illusion of time. Don't lose ever your now! Its all we really have, the rest is mental holography.

Every moment there is a new you, a birthday every second, that is why the world can look fresh, as we see it for the first time again, with new eyes.



I feel your vibe in your words, Ed, across the ether. Thanks for sharing this gem!

Starman

Evolution runs its course
Whether man or whether horse
The trails we choose have come to pass
Behavior on occasion the horse's ass

Patrick

we are who we are and are a product of all that has got us this far, Ed. We treasure and feed off our memories, breaking them down as stepping stones for the future but also revisiting their origins from time to time. We often travel in circles, but I believe they are upwardly spiralling ones, no matter how downward the seeming track sometimes. Rene has been forever your rock. We all need someone to be! I am, like many people, going back to my "roots" in all ways, it seems, now I'm reaching my middle fifties: four decades trying to find out who I am, only to find I am who I started out as, as if that were any surprise. Hang in there on this bouncy castle of life: whether on the upward or downward part of the bounce, we know that our spirits will always be as india rubber and keep comin back for more, reaching up to touch the stars. You may be becoming your back-then you, but I am rapidly turning into my mother!!!! Scary or what?! love Kate xx

Stay the course in all faith.
Looking back can often immerse one
in depression. This is certainly true
in my own life. Keep pressing forward,
Ed, remembering those things that brought
life and light and happiness, and seeing those
things that aren't as though they were.
r

I remember 1899 as well, brother. And you were quite the Jersey Devil then, roaming those old Pine Barrens and scaring everyone!

JOISEY ...

THE 'YOU' U WUZ - WAS YOUNG AND DUMB ...

NOW - THE 'YEW' YOU IS - IS OLDER N' DUMBER!

N' NOW YOU GOT - NUTS WHAT'S IS NUMBER!

BUT - HEY - IT'S OKAY - YEW AIN'T NO PLUMBER ...

NOW YOU CAN SIT N' SHIT N' SIP N' SLUMBER!

:) :) :) TK.

A good and honest sharing, Ed; and one with which I can relate very well. Love, peace, and best wishes to you,

Regis

Ed, your title question hit a chord with me...you express this state of mind very well here. After one has been through a lot of hardships there comes a time when one wonders...

thanks for posting your thoughts
Gina

hey Ed, we change, sometimes big time, physically and mentally, me I quit drinking, now I laugh a lot, mostly phony, but it fools my brain, which figures I'm insane, cause I laugh in vain, cause a lot of the chits not funny, but having sense enough to humor keeps my face sunny, at times my eyes get runny, but I'm still glad that I have sense enough as a human creature, to use this humorous feature, cheers Ed