Today Life blew a breath onto the hot coals of the formally raging fire in my belly. In a splendid instant, a tongue of flame leapt up again, spilling out my fingertips, my eyes, my lips, my perfectly contained heart… I sat on a bench on the side of a busy thoroughfare, being a beacon for the life of my deepest desires. Being a lighthouse for those traversing rough seas.
‘It’s still possible.’ are the words that are in me to write. ‘It’s coming.’
There is bliss to be had in this lifetime, in your lifetime. Not just ‘Getting by’ or ‘Pretty good’ or ‘Drudgery with occasional hits of artificial, external relief.’… Bliss.
‘Bliss’. We don’t use that word much, do we? It’s not very sensible or practical or containable.
It’s 10pm now and it’s still gently light outside. The ground is gratefully wet from an earlier light shower. Somewhere down below someone is playing a guitar… Really beautifully. The slide of the player’s fingers up and down the fret board just as much a perfect part of the music as the deliberate notes themselves. It feels like it’s just for me – a song from the lover to the loved. Alone in this apartment for my last night in Berlin, sitting in a moment of bliss.
I had more to write… So much more to write… But the music is playing. The music is playing and it’s a song from Life to me… The least I can do is listen.
The least you can do is listen-
It’s still possible.