in the beginning of the day there was this. I caught the Maria cloths at the perfect moment of the SUN Rise and they GLOWED and VIBRATED with such innocent and singular intensity. I stared and stared at this until SUN moved and freed me from it. It was the day of Alz's B's memorial and though that wasn't till 1 oclock, i was caught in it's coming all morning. I thought about what it is to be Alive. I thought about what it is to be Dead. I remembered her as being alive for so many years in all the manifestations of that Aliveness and i thought about sitting there in the dark night when she had first become Dead and i thought.
I did Goat things. Dog things. Me things and i waited till it was time to go to the Memorial. Memorial. Well…..Memorial. And me being me, what will i say about this memorial? Do we say stuff that is comforting? Pretty?. even? OR do we talk about how we live? Some, Pretty and comforting, but also some NOT?
So i went and sat quietly through it. So many wanted to say what they had to say that i didn't need to say anything at all. The time was filled up very well with people saying what they wanted to say. And i sat there and looked up at the ceiling where the Light shines through and i had Nothing at all to say.
So i am thinking about this.
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