Look At That, He Said Pointing
i passed an epiphany on the floor one day
missed the point and left it lay
growing none the wiser
JB - 09/01/11
We’re all still trying to get to that concert; the one where our favorite band sings a song of freedom to the heart; when our friends gather together, growing bold and new from the experience; when everything is different after, seen from the perspective of one who stood on the threshold of ecstasy and looked down over the sea of life, understanding it all.
Always it rides on the edge of our vision. Every moment and none are that concert. We live unaware of the splendor that surrounds, never having consciously acknowledged the import of it all.
In the end, only the end matters. If we could lift our heads to gaze out on the horizon, all would come into focus. Yet, even knowing this, we are distracted by that which blazes past as the world spins madly on.
Life, as always, couches its answers in a new mystery to solve. It is not the passing epiphany which carries import, but the implementation of that which one knows they must change.
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