The Realization

Occasionally, in the blind slivers of silence, when you ultimately come to mind, the realization that your existence in this tiny corner of time and place, becomes an overflowing measure of how absolutely fortunate one was, to be present in the moment, to be a small part of, to observe the beauty and passion, to know the power of your brazen soul. If I could know the depth of your raging heartbeat, if I could fully experience its lack of boundaries, if I could touch its unifying force, how much more enriched and greater my days would have been and just perhaps, the myth, the whispered rumors of pure and blatant, inexhaustible joy would be realized.

September/October 2023

A fictional thought ...... or is it?