Existence as a glass of wisdom, as a vehicle,
is nothing with irresponsible drinking and driving.
The difference between the juices of life
and the poisons of ethanol,
the difference between NMDA and E,
the difference between Serotonin and Dopamine
and the spearing of needled narcotics in chaste, purple blood
is little more than a simple turn of judgement.
The difference between yes and no
is the difference between the will to either evade reality
or command it,
and the dichotomy of life
as either a prison or a blessing.

A marble has no colour until looked upon,
but even if all perception is interpretation,
there is still a truth that we are all interpreting.
Drugs may be an escape from reality,
but if reality is an interpretation
and drugs, a hallucination,
then one's preoccupation with narcotics and its fascination
are essentially evasion of a stark illusion
and taking refuge in a gilt mirage.
So thus, an artificial high is simply running
from one museum of smoke and mirrors
to another.

Life may be a flurry or a blizzard, but
still, it and Mother Earth require each other,
are each other, even, hugging all in life and love,
and in this flurry, blizzard, or wet sheet of ice,
snowflake and snowflake add their numbers,
carving caverns, razing rivers, validating valleys
in the strength of solidarity, in awareness
(or maybe out of instinct)
that each division 'tween each flake is an illusion
and that every snowflake should take care
to fall slowly enough to marvel at itself.

He'll come back and we'll come back and we'll come back
'till he and we identify each passing of
the sun and moon and washing of each salty tide
as being the gift from Gaia that it is
and when we realize that
life is a blessing,
then, there will be peace.

05/29/2006

Author's Note: Dedicated to my dearly beloved best friend of 10 years, Greg Art Danielak, whom I lost to Speed earlier this year.

1983-2006

Posted on 05/29/2006
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