Substance

I recall in the Early Days of My Life …

I was Looking for Something, without
realizing I was Looking for Something.

In high-school, I hung out with a group of distracted mischevious trouble-makers. One evening, I sat down with a good friend amidst beer, cigarettes and Jim Morrison, and we began to talk. Somehow, our conversation drifted from the ‘usual’, high-school-age-kid-stuff, to stuff a little more ethereal and abstract.

We began talking about Time, about Space. About our place in the Universe. About the Apparent Emptiness of Things, the Vastness of the Unexplored.

I remember my Ears pricking up, like a German Shepard who finally hears a long-lost Voice.

Bliss

Bliss

You are unending

You make me smile

and serenade you

I am a feather;

if I don’t breathe out

I will lift up

elevate

You are the light

that turns on

when the mind

turns off

You are the gift

that keeps on

giving

but doesn’t give up

You are the laughter

that

softens the

colors of time

You are everything

And you are nothing