Tuesday morning. Burnt coffee, weary eyes, grey people filing by. Nose to the ground, city sounds, monochromatic lives pressing on and on and on like the buzzing fly that just won't repent and die. So many blinded by the routine of today, unconscious of the seconds, minutes, moments passing away. Caught in their own head. Nothing goes unsaid. Life taken at a million miles an hour, but not living at all. Relinquishing the power to the system; nothing more than a shell of a body far from self-discovery. The humming of traffic never dies. The neon lights never lie, stumbling blind towards material enlightenment. Grab a beer to drown out the fear of not being able to recognize the stranger in the mirror. Surround yourself with those who claim to be friends when in the end they're merely necessary for approval, for identity. Vanity masks what you've done and who you're yet to become. Nothing more than the blind leading the blind in this snapshot of time.
Tuesday morning. Burnt coffee, weary eyes, no time for disguise. Eyes to the sky, cloudy but calm. Feet on the ground, foundation is sound. Wind humming by whispering nature's secrets, shaking the green leaves on the trees that far out-date my inhabitance as a human. Nothing is more humbling than feeling Mother Nature inhale and exhale as you converse with the streams and flowers. City buildings tower above and scrape the sky, but no amount of ingenuity will compare to the pure beauty of redwood trees or a warm Rocky Mountain breeze. Sitting alone in a garden seems a silly thing to do, but when you know exactly who you are, the only company you'll ever need is you. And you're never really alone. We are made of stardust, and so is everything else. I am the trees, the trees are me. I'm the bench that I sit on and the paper that holds my thoughts. I'm the fresh water my lips sought and the grass that grows beneath my toes. I look around and there is no separation from what I see and what is me. Tuesday morning and I have one question to pose (here's your cue): I know who is me. Who are you?
