uno
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seriesWoohoo, I did it!
That was it, the grand finale. The whole story. What a great series! Completion! No more suspense. No more looking forward to the next episode No more characters visiting my dreams like they are real No more wondering........... /////////// void ...................... had broHands full of Hasbro Uno cards. competition is on, who will. Win or lose?
Aim to win ofcourse. That is the point. Occupied chair across the table. “Uno!” anticipation. Slap it down, I did it. game over. Invisible point of pride, winner and loser determined. Empty chair across the table. thrillerIf I were a movie, would anyone come watch?
If the theater remained empty, would the story still be real? When I die, will anyone respond? In church, 40 years ago, the studies towards membership said – what if your whole thought, feeling, and action life was on a universal movie screen? Well God can see that. Gottcha. Note-isn’t that what the internet system does now?? Well, I was born inside this body and will die from here too. My spirit, if it is like the other spirits I know who have died, will remain. But the “what’s next” questions - abrupt stop. I have been made with feelings and thoughts that operate like the beautiful disorganized chaos of a playground full of city kids and, an adult cruise ship, and a junk drawer all in one. So much beauty and wonder, yet so much confusion. How do I live alone with that? But I must. I am called to do so. How can I love deeply without loving me? If I understand this, can’t I understand another? And I was made like this so it is meant to be. I have all the elements of a major movie-fear, love, sadness, elation, dull moments, surprises, indulgence and rage. Death and life. The movie will play with an audience or not. And now it is time for the suspense. |
circulateYour cells must multiply
i want to pour out to add to the flow that rushes You ahead beside hear see touch participate anticipate real You go full of fresh water You spring ahead-Ahh! Purpose complete stop shock surrounded by wastewater returned behind echo image sense surreally You miss You i will refuel, recycle, pour out again. love never fails. un-ohIT is finished
Eternity on the Hearts I leave MY spirit born against our will death - what to do with remains? those who remain ask no more anticipating what is next for you you go away, alone so is finished fun? do i want uno? fuck no not really. yet we have no choice. must push to savor the un uncontrolled, unresolved, unclear, unfinished Oh!? If we ARE ALL alone, are WE actually TOGETHER? to be continued cuz it's hard to learn.... |