Reflections
Reflections
Reflecting upon – is a dangerous game to play.
For it leads to flawed judgments – unreasonable expectations.
Expectations are seldom realized or met by others,
difficult to live up to by others, or by one’s self.
These images, projected, especially if those reflections
are built upon fantasies – illusions, delusions -
delusions that distort or blind the perceiver to ,
true reality before one who thinks she sees .
Personal history is just that - personal – and no measuring stick,
by which to see all, judge all, comprehend all and make it the
total essence of the here and now, nor is it the mirror
into which you project and say “ it reflects ”
bringing it, forward into the future.
Judge not, but by that which is in the moment – the here and now.
Yesterday is history, passed, not a story upon which to create today.
Today is all we have, yesterday is gone – tomorrow is promised to no one
B. J. “A” 2
The letter to Monica, 1 pages
January 14th 2007
My Dear Monica :
AS I reflect upon the many diatribes you have pierced my ears, my soul , my heart, my spirit with during these passed seven months – July 13th 2006 – that we have shared time and became intimates ( stories of intimate, personal knowledge ), I have to wonder ?, just what do I really mean to you .
Love
Bill .
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