A Season Ages Ago

A season – Ages ago Ages ago, many a seed had been planted. Their blossoming brings, being taken for granted, never seen, acknowledged or appreciated. As gardeners, sowers of, we are fated to pay an intolerable, unbearable price for all, all we experience that is not nice for a parent to see, to feel, believe to be, that has come to be a part of you and me. ------------------------------------ I – like the south pole of, a magnet pushes - away ? I – like a distant planet without gravity – ejects ? Is it that I repel ?, instead of attract. Is reality ?, for me, anything beyond abstract and truly above contact ?, - such a pity to get down and dirty, get to the nitty-gritty. ------------------------------------ A beam of energy, a wave of light, a speck of dust in the vacuum cleaner bag of space, brought to light within the vast womb of our universe, have I been. My life’s impression being, being that speck of dust, which, speck, upon speck, upon speck, upon speck of dust gathers, accumulating upon my soul. Dust to dust, atom to atom, gas to gas, a planet to create until all is to heavy, I no longer am able to carry the weight. The weight become so unbearable, these shoulders begin to droop, drop off – back to dust, to atom, to energy, to that vacuum cleaner bag, to the universes womb, there , once again to start it all over, back on the merry-go-round. Maybe ?, a lighter load ?, a brighter road ?, a much better story that could be told ? What will carry us to the next time ? What path will we walk next time ? What journeys will be ours next time ? Maybe ?, when it becomes next time, and we gather, are carried into ?, I might impart something of value, a new start to help carry them through, after they have been dropped off - blown away by the winds of times passing – to create their own planets, live their own lives, their own experiences without influencing the gardener with a world of negative forces, what has seemed a lifetime of negative energy. B. J. “A” 2 January 19th 2003