Gazing outward

"Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction."  Antoine de Saint-Exupery

gBus

enjoy the music and the ride.

Continuous arrivals

To be able to see and vocalize 

the empiricist and rationalist positions.  

The discussion that is premised 

on an end state 

rather than the process of arrival.... 

Listening akin to might is right.

for some the arrival has already occurred.

Here in now in this place. 

This figure, this shell of a human being

who has arrived with answers in hand

Only their path, or paths traveled

seems to be different

than this one I've lived

and continue to live.

Its taken all this to see it clearly. 

All this time. 

That distance was,

or ,

is the process of arriving. 

To think about such things openly

and how it fueled me. 

Clickity-clack

Clickity clack of wheels underway...sky clouds rushing away and a blur of trees.

Trains.

Motive power,

Grounded,

Racing,

This distinct sound.

"Ticket please."
A questioning smile.
And my fumbling through pockets.
Same lack of habits.
A pattern of not having a pattern.

A smile.
A returned smile.
No additional tickets that penalize are required.

A ticket to travel.
Tickets to remind of paid fares and to be fair.

Anew

"Today we . . . in the history of our universe."

Pavarotti

There might not be something better than listening to Pavarotti by the seaside.

Maybe listening with better headphones.

Maybe listening with better headphones on a Segway to be carried along.

Bickering

I'm learning that

Most people bicker
Fight
Argue

Behind closed doors.

When 

is 

this 

learnt
And why?

Add to the silent questions:
Does this one bicker?
Does this one fight?
Is right all that matters?
Is this form of misery fleeting or held closely?

When,

When did they start protecting themselves from the other?
Why,

Why are they so invested?
What makes this the mode of being?

I miss the soft voice
I miss the,

'I can't remember...'
Code for ,'It doesn't matter' or 

'How important is this?' 

The silent questions. 

And statement of sorts. 

I miss this. I miss it. 

There's was nothing to bicker about...there was no argument. 

Just a look to the distance and sometimes a genuine shrug.

Someday they will listen and find joy in hearing.

Overweight runners

The try

Few understand the effort it takes
A body out of sync

And what's life giving?
The try
The passing of this body in motion

Explicit in every way

The mental processing
The war we are witness to

If only we would look

 and listen 

and for a moment bow our heads honoring that try

Rolling oxygen

What is it not to be able to breathe?
For the world to see one is not able to?
Invisible scars have security of sorts...private nightmares.