Not drowning, waving. So not sinking, really. Just saying hello. Hi.

It’s actually hard to tell if I’m headed upstream or downstream. Either way I’m not getting anywhere. But is there anywhere to get?

Anyway, I keep stumbling over little bits and pieces that I must have done in the past and, looking at them in the present, I cringe.

So I try to repair them, normally by adding something, when subtraction is actually what’s called for.

Here is an example ….

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Love lives in a castle of paper-thin walls

On a boat on a river approaching the falls

We head for the rapids, from there see the end

The paper is fragile and yet we pretend

That the walls stand forever and the river flows on

Though the structure is crumbling and soon will be gone

The walls will collapse and the boat will capsize

One last tender moment, one more look in your eyes

 

One more touch of your skin, one more taste of your breath

Whatever has life must one day face death

Dip a hand in the river, feel the cool of the stream

Feel your life start again as you wake from the dream

Love’s an illusion, a trick of the light

Love lasts forever, but just for one night

But love is a moment we cannot regret

Love is a gift. Lest we forget.

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I am thinking that the word ‘life’ could be exchanged for the word ‘love’ in this piece, and perhaps the world would be a better place if we always thought of those words as interchangeable.

Maybe I’ll do another one tomorrow. Why not? But also …. why?