12.15.2012
A very clear
morning, clear enough to walk down to the elbow for images of mountains getting
kissed by the first rays of the day.
Almost an hour later and my toes are still cold. A rough evening in the mountains, a rough day
in Connecticut. Who doesn’t want to see
evil end? Raise your hands. Is there anything you can do about it? No, not really. It’s up to evil’s opposite to end the
work. And why has evil’s opposite waited
so long to correct the wrong? Oh, a day
to the Lord is like a thousand years.
Well, I just don’t want to hear that anymore. A gunshot to a child is a thousand years of
suffering. Give me a fucking break.
GOD
I walked
through the village and stopped for a talk, or should I say, I stopped for a
cup of coffee and took a tour of a toy workshop and later three levels of
winter vegetables, and no gangi. We’re
all dry, contacts no contacts, the tall Japanese kid checked out early leaving
a pleasant aromatic trail he didn’t share with anyone.
There are
times when I wish could understand the local language. It’s a shame I can’t learn as fast as one
word every four days. Pathetic. Someone coughs in room five, locals, perhaps. Didi chops the field below, tenderizing the
hard soil for something else to be planted.
Evil visits
a community. People talk about getting
through the day with no evil to contend with and then all of a sudden a gust of
it blows away the innocent. Six days to
go o Lord, what will it take you to come back? Please, suck all through who
want to go and leave the rest, they want to go on living here, so many fear the
unknown, such faith, right.
I keep
hookah-ing hoping something will alter and lead to insight and blah blah it
does nothing. Tomorrow the
brownies. Tomorrow paint. Yawn.
The mountains have been out all day.
In three days I need one more walk.
One more to Pokhara for a few selected beverages, there’ll be no free
bar on my tab. Candles, red wine, that’s
it, go play disco on the day the world ends I’ll dance around the fire in my
own silence.
M42 Orion’s
Nebulae. Is that Coldplay’s 42? And four years ago I wrote of Earth getting
sucked through this location? I’ll be
darned. Well from the naked eye nothing is going on now. No phenomena for any to gird themselves. I’m so tired of figuring obvious things
out. I suppose the company of like
minded people would have helped make this connection years earlier.
So people
are talking about this day. Should we
take the day off? Let’s not have a
meeting tomorrow. I would like to be with my children. Children do not seem to be afraid of the
discussion because it is so far behind their comprehension. No, death is finished. Of course adults don’t comprehend that either
but they do think about it and children don’t.
So let’s be
like children five to six days.
Innocent, naïve, transparent and like a good sponge, will soak in the
good and squeeze out the bad.
Let’s talk
about something here, I’ve mentioned it before.
We see a rocket blast in Damascus around the world in seconds’ and just
about all of humanity has access to some form of communication. We see death and we’re numbed until it comes
home and we want the world to feel our pain.
24-7. Is evil any worse today because we know what’s going on? A hundred years ago was evil any
different? No it wasn’t dammit. In fact
let’s jump all the way back to Herod killing babies. A collective cry can’t shake evil’s opposite
into action? A place with golden
streets. Hell, I don’t want a place with
golden streets, I want…now I sound greedy.
I only want
an end to my madness.
People ought
to spend less time using social media.
There’s too much. Get in touch
with nature while you can. Hug an oak,
breathe in the roses and pines, sing with the birds. A lot of questions will be left questions.
J: Ok, Mark, tell me what prevented you from
picking up the pizzas? And you’ve used
one lame excuse so please, an honest answer. Or should I guess?
a) The police stopped me.
b) A big red smoky spirit fogged my
glasses
The day ends
early again.
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