it's always different, it's always the same... it is not love I long for, but the physical sharing of it, not merely the lust or passion of flesh on flesh, but the bouyant reverberation of energy between myself and others on the same wavelength, at similar energy levels in the physical space and time of now in this life...

and the trust... for the love is everywhere, but the trust is very rare... yes, the truth rhymes without trying (so we know it is not lying)...

I see, I sense so many longing for spiritual enlightenment, for a sign from above, to be touched ethereally by some higher power, to feel some oneness with everything... the irony for me is that is where I come from and not what I am here for... I am here to experience the life in the flesh, the sharing and bonding, however illusionary it may be, with others in the flesh... and yet, when all others seek to leave the flesh for elsewhere, how to share...

the challenge is not to be one with everything for that is what we are (no matter how ignorant we may seem to be to this)... the challenge is to trust ourselves and each other to let go and experience this temporary physical experience without letting fear of it ending diminish the potential it can become...

irony?... perhaps the most ironic irony of all is that in the end, I am just one more being seeking something out of reach...

queue laughter (and more patience) and song so the dance may continue...

'till tomorrow...