Talking To Myself

The Youth Life lies ahead- every moment a delight of learning- codes of existence- colors, manners, communication, cachet, every sense guides our preferences, sunrise vs. sunset, seasons, beauty or darkness, our biggest longing, to be grown into the freedom of the elder. The Elder Life lies behind us- every moment we contemplate the high cost of wisdom, the past brightness, the constant juggle and juxtaposition of living that is now just hours of reflection- a struggle to recall what fate has served us, plates of remorse or small bites of elation. We pray for others’ understanding, longing for the freedom of youth. The Dead Life has been supplanted into some unknown imagination. Now we learn bold codes of non-existence. Atoms seeking to replace dimensions- no longer earth bound or burdened with a heart. Stranger wisdoms of remorse revealed – love’s final measure in the bounds of the infinite. Heavens – not just one, where at last we find freedom.