The Last Day

Consciousness and Peter Russell

http://www.peterrussell.com/SCG/smartin.php

Imagine ...

Sometimes, in the middle of work, my mind goes into overdrive and piles up so many images and words into my mind that I end up getting confused on what to do first.  "Do I stop working and write first?  But if I start writing, I end up delaying my work!  No, must.finish.work.must.finish.work!"  And that's what I do, and then after a while it happens again, and the cycle continues.  I suppress my own imagination and it scares me that it might actually, like a taken-for-granted person, pack its bags and leave me forever .  And if that goes, I go.  Imagination keeps me sane and alive, no matter how crazy and demented some of the things that do cartwheels inside my mind are.

Liquid Sunshine

A scene straight-out-of-a-movie -- walking the dogs on an empty street, tall lush trees swaying, cold wind making dead leaves rush by our feet, then a softness to the rain, a freshness to everything, a cool mist rolling in over the vibrant green grass as we slowly jog & laugh for cover, the dogs stubbornly holding their ground, not wanting to go anywhere else but there, right in that moment of rain & play, and we give in, relishing the freedom, the magic of that moment, that sweet fleeting moment, the world crisp and sparkling, free of bullshit, fuck-ups, vanity & ghosts … raindrops and me and him and our dogs who we know will always always love us no matter how destitute or pathetic or idiotic we might seem to other people. It started to rain harder, & we started to laugh louder, & the dogs’ ears started to sway higher as we jumped & splashed over puddles … & the horizon, radiant in its aqueousness, bringing to the senses a calmness, a serenity, but also bringing forth a distinct feeling of strange buoyancy, a lightness pregnant with possibilities of flight. A scene straight-out-of-a-movie … but it was real, and it was beautiful. And it is enough. Enough to keep us walking, enough to make us get up stand tall & dance after a slight stumble or a hard fall, enough to make us thankful for every vision of hope the universe sends our way.

Be happy for this moment; this moment is your life….”_-Omar Khayyam