I have no idea why as an old man I am more emotional than I used to be

It makes no sense  - that  - things - that
have been there all along are now inviting Me to see

That

there is color in the creation of things
Birds of shades of light - flight on wispy anti gravity wings
Smells like fresh cut green grass in cool sea breeze air
Bell pepper, onion, celery and garlic in a stir fry flair
Honey
Room temperature brie on an unsalted crisp with a chilled white wine
Served with a peeled grape that matured on the vine
Puppy dog excitement – from a puppy dog
Simple beauty in a dying rose
The mystical marvel of logical thought
And the lack of flack from the lack of its use




Sauteed, seared succulent mushrooms
A ripe juicy apple that snaps and squirts when you bite
Hearing a newborn baby cry
Hearing any voice say ‘ good night ’

I have no idea why as an old man I feel more sensual than I used to be as brash, young brass
Yes - Now
With old man issues – think calling 9-1-1 in a white neighborhood - I get there fast

Age 105 has some beautiful parts
There’s seeing – there’s knowing with the same set of eyes - Very little can present itself as a surprise

There is a reason why the Art of cunning survives as an instinct in the grey fox
The instructions for living outside the box - are written - on the outside of the box

I have no idea why as an old man I am more concrete than what I remember wanting to be
We can’t go back.
The fires we set ourselves often cut off retreat
In a lifetime of putting out fires that started from a single, solitary, tiny spark
With Spirit on our side,
Peace in at least one eye,
those skyscraper sized flames will lighten the load on the road ahead
and smash the dark

Is this True ? : don’t sweat the small stuff
because it’s all small stuff ?

Is it true the passage of time will dull pain ?

Live to Encounter – Engage – Expand Encounter – Engage – Expand thru infinite skies

A warm Summer breeze dancing thru the tops of the lightly swaying palm trees

So is Time in front of our eyes