Life Is Like

Life is like... the sunshine reflecting itself upon its world.
Life is like,
the movement of the ocean, coming in, coming in,
energy spreading out, engulfing everything,
then suddenly changing,
(for no apparent reason),
receding, ebbing, leaving the clean sand or beach behind...
showing me by the wetness,
that I had, in fact, been there,
even tho I am gone.

Life is like a joke.
Going along, amusing itself in its words,
engaging attention until it is all broken up
by laughter and senselessness.

Senselessness in very subtle sensitivity. So much being felt, seen, heard, smelt, beyond itself, it continues to expand and yet the senselessness, just as present, just as much a part - for no reason is seen or known about this experience of living this life.

This life. This life is like the pitcher being polished. What once was opaque, now appears to be clear, changing from glass into crystal as it gains confidence to be seen by itself and others.

Both reflections, awareness from without and from this self, allowing both to do this polishing work effortlessly.

And jeepers -

That which is encased inside the pitcher!
Heavens! What is that Nectar?!
Touching it, tasting it, it drips itself around, laughing and joking, dancing and coaxing.

Ahh, this elixir of 'me', jiggling, vibrating itself thru and With the pitcher of this life, this living.

This living is like the Loving.

The loving emerging, tasting itself in its expression, dancing out, being touched and effected by all without.

The trees, the rocks, the people,
all so generously receiving it,
dancing it back to me anew, refreshed, more full and rich. Happening.
Life is like a Dragonfly. Magic as the dragon,
strongly flying, breathing fire, and the freedom of flying...
dropping, at the last moment,
ready to crash,
the wings spread themselves
and
soaring happens.

March 17 2001
Canela Michelle