Beyond Physics

This Buddha is made of pewter. I have had him for decades. I found him (or should I say he found me?) in Chicago where I was born and lived until I moved to Maryland in 2005.

He is always with me. He has gone wherever I have gone. And I have traveled to many places, both physically, and throughout the mind, knowing I am nothing more than a drifter along its surface. Still, I attempt to connect the threads, like a spider would, while knowing this is an exercise in futility.

This Buddha is as constant as I am devoted to him. He easily fits into the palm of my hand, and his location is always precise, exact. He never veers away from the middle.

But now that I have stepped into the last chapter of life, and I am in a space, filled with everything I love, Buddha is now anchored between the world inside and the world outside of my window where the sun sets. But there has been a subtle shift that defies the laws of physics and which I am unable to explain. He has adjusted his focus towards the northwest.

At first, I thought I had done something, that I was somehow responsible for this shift, this adjustment. But my pattern has been consistent. Shortly after I awaken, I say: “Good morning, Buddha.” Then I stroke the crown of his head, delighted to see the smile on his face, the fullness of his belly, and go about the ritual of waking up to yet another day. 

Nonetheless, I continued to grapple with this puzzle as a scientist would.  I measured the shifts. They were frequent, and seemed beyond the scope of probability. Further, every time the shift occurred, I would re-center him, while keeping track of the cycle, and continued to ask: Could this shift be nothing more than an subtle act on my part, or could it be something more esoteric, beyond my comprehension?  What role did I play?  It was entirely possible that no-one other than myself was the author of what appeared to be a mystical experience, but which was, in fact, nothing of the kind. Perhaps I had a skill unbeknowst to me as a Magician?  But I did not trouble my already troubled mind much longer with this puzzle, and so I let it go. And in doing so, I was now free. Free to fly beyond the sky.

(Note: This is one of those pieces that will keep shifting until it finds its way home. In the meantime, let it take you wherever it is that you go — even if that place is nowhere.)

 

 

 

 

 

Precious, Buttons, Button-Eyes, Ms Precious Button-Eyes, Lost and Found on Streets of Baltimore, Hot Spots

This morning I awoke to a heavenly dream when my roommate knocked on my door, and I had to get out of bed, because she wouldn’t stop knocking.  I reluctantly stepped into the hallway and headed for the kitchen, where my roommate stood with this precious creature. 
I fell in love with her instantly. And as Dexter was absurdly part of the settlement, even though I bought him specifically as a therapy dog, with my own money …  Obviously something wrong about any laws that would do that …
And the rest is history. 
So meet Ms Precious Button Eyes, found during the demonstrations on North and Pennsylvania Avenues, the Hot Spot, as I call it, of the mayhem that took place here last Monday. 
Regina found her yesterday, there, lost  or abandoned, perhaps, in the streets, and scooped her up and brought her home, after people started inquiring about her owner.  
Ms Precious Button-Eyes is now an Emotional Therapy Support Dog to three women!
Plus, she’s some type of breed. A Marque. Seems to have many types. Not sure what that means. 
All I know is that she is precious!
   
 

Where is my FUCKING pen!!! (Mini-crisis) And more definitions of LOVE.

I’m still building this one.
So far, it looks like this.

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Definitions Of LOVE

Love is two atoms colliding in Space

Definitions Of LOVE

Love is two atoms colliding in Space