Today, today, today.....
Today I heard them.
Beautiful; beauty.
I opened the door, walked out and felt my dream
I was him, I was my dream landscaper. It all came together, right then and there... everything...
Everything made sense. All phases... the motion, it was all there. The sound of the beautiful bells playing a beautiful melody, proud and clear, as I walk out the door, and on to the campus.
"To manifest/transforms dreams into reality..." it was a gratification I admit. I was "doing my job", or I will be. I was fufilling my all important purpose. Yes, Christ alive, I was. I was.
And you know I felt it right then and there. I felt it right then and there and I knew, I knew as I know now - those were the bells of my own garden.
And the lines were blurred, past present future, all of them in the time compressed in that one moment that spanned all of my life right then and there, with those bells. ................ It was "justification". It is, rather. The characters' essenceses..... the story...
I have read the story; I know it, I know of it. And now I live it. So.... do I change it? I cannot repeat it; I'm not ..... it's not the same. But.... there are only so many stories, you know.......
Nevermind, though.
This is the beginning
I promise
...I...... just didn't expect it then - to see it. To feel it. When I opened the doors and heard the bells. Walked up, up and away to the heart of the campus, up the steps.
I'm holding on to those bells as I write. And I have to let them go now, again, just as I did when I turned the corner and went about my business eariler today. I cannot linger in the one moment or another may not come. The beginning is only the beginning if the beginning ends.
Heh heh heh....... such foolish words, human concepts........ but how else am I supposed to relate what I'm trying to say here. This longwinded........ ...... recapturing...... of something that I had already let go of. Impossible to truly convey it, though I am compelled to try...
Because those bells were very pretty in the air when I heard them.
They triggered something and it made sense for me, futhermore.
So here I am, trying to remember that time, that moment. Using all the typical, poor, improper human means, like everyone else... but I guess that doesn't matter either.
I heard the bells of my own garden
My story has begun
epilouge:
I move forward and backward at the same time: into the life of an older person, into the memories and heart of a younger person. I am somewhat afraid to say that there is no difference, no boundries, no barriers, in the one light. In the real truth, in the big picture. But for now, the short term...... they help - those barriers. Reinventing myself each moment, changing unchanges, everything.....
But I've got that purpose - I feel it. I'm "inspired", it's there. I know....... and so I'm lingereing here writing this, not knowing how to end it as always, and not ever wanting to go back and change it or erase it because I know if I do..... I'll be here all night, and I..... just don't want to have to do that , to make it seem 'right'. So I just go on....... feels like I'm waiting for something else to come along, but no, I think I will now make my decision and not wait:
I think for a moment...
And yes, this is a moment. Alone in my dorm room, double bedded, room mate out, thinking to myself here, now.... I'll let all these moments go. I'll choose to do it, instead of waiting for them to no longer be capable of existence, I'll...... "take it to the house", as I say...... confront it, like I'm supposed to do. Assert. Assert to say good bye. Confront to make passive. Come to go, go to come. Step into the past by stepping into the future, step into the futer out of the past into now, always hold on.... always/never... always let go....... But I know I'll go until I run out of words because I'm going to keep going until there is nothing left, and this is what I do because..........
..... it's my way.
Our ways...
Part of a whole........
part of a whole.......
that's what I'm pondering, as I close. I heard the bells of my own garden today. I'm happy I can be the hero and not the victim of my life, heh heh heh...
I smile