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THE OCEAN ROLLS
SUNRISE.
It's always chilly as the fireball planet comes up...
that's one of the pearls of wisdom that life teaches you
as compensation for advancing age.
It's in that split nanosecond of timeless eternity
as the first rays of the morning light
haze through the blackness
out towards the far invisible horizon...
that's when the meaning of one's own existence
breathes deep into the lungs
and then vanishes just before the brain can make sense of it...
just before all the work and strife and pain and anger
and grief and insanity
becomes explained and somewhat justified,
it evaporates
leaving one's senses clawing for the answer.
on fortunate days,
when a benevolent planet
rings in the early daylight hours
with one of it's commonplace extravaganzas..
another ho-hum interplanetary lumin-aquatic
spellbinding mindwarp of a Valhalla light show..
these are the days when that tiny second of cosmic explanation
leaves in it's invisible wake
a feeling that all may yet be alright...
that everything may indeed be for a purpose..
and that it may not even be necessary for any of us
to know what that purpose might be.
There is an enlightenment in the teachings of the masters
through time immortal
that the pathways of fortune operate without our guidance...
that the fates are not beholden to our fancies
or whims
and that as Doris once put it,
"whatever will be.... will be..."
and yet,
the subtle dirty little secret of the interior cosmos,
the one joke which we get to subconsciously play on life itself
is that
while we control almost nothing...
it couldn't do it without us.
We are, in fact, mandatory to the plot
and
even though basically scriptless
and left to adlib our way through our own existence,
we are the stars
and the supporting casts
and the scenery and the dialogue.
Sometimes,
as the curtain rises blood crimson and diabolical
over the foggy rolling waves,
we are reminded that there are many wannabe's in the wings,
waiting with an understudies bated breath
memorising their own adlibs
and just waiting to become the next big thing on broadway.
We are cautioned that to not know
is hell...
but to not want to know,
is catastrophe.
And so we watch,
as the sky gradually brightens,
and we observe,
well mannered
and patiently...
looking for the cosmic waldo
in the misty dawning...
looking for the clues
to eternity
and the understanding of it...
There is another breath taking pause,
between dawn and daylight,
when nothing on the planet is alive,
and yet everything moves.
It is the arrival of another day..
the cough from the prompter in the wings
and the signal that we had better come up with something...
something new and delicious and daring
to challenge the boundaries,
blow the chords
and ring every bell in the heavens.
It is,
the moment
for each and every one of us.
Each of us,
who timidly tread the boards of life,
know and fear that moment,
and yet it is, after all,
what sustains all of us..
what empowers and motivates all of us.
It is in that moment,
as the skies boil into light
and the waves below our feet ring up the curtain,
that our very humanity is reconfirmed..
another tiny powerful new birth.
We get a new deck,
and new rules..
and we get to call the game...
even though someone unseen calls the wild cards...
and we get to raise the ante,
or check to the dealer,
or sometimes even fold...
but even then
we don't get to ever leave the table.
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and
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