driven by past accomplishments, laurels rest themselves, new awkward movements embarass and fumble over their feet as they are too quick in excitement, for hours the sun struggles to make way and against all odds it will have it's way, i would like to try again............
to search for the magic formula seems to negate the whole process, removing attention from what is in front of my eyes to what is behind them, movement, motion, emotion, the attempt to classify and categorize is futile and pointless, it only seems to underscore how much distance there is between "me" and reality..........
although it seems plausible, balance never seems to be achieved, the concrete ceases to give way, leading to broken bodies and slippery slopes, birth and death revolve around a firey ring in pagan revelry, not caring to much about ideas....
disconnection of the family unit, has allowed the ancient art of raising a baby to be lost on me. the most simplest explanations are lost in a sea of rational muck, hosting complex theories and abstract cause and effect. there is much to be said about learning through observation and practice. my lack thereof, because of my separation from my family, is the root, i believe, of many preventable tears and a break in an ancient line of wisdom...........
