I think about intensity . . .
There is something rather
wondrous about actually
living under the umbrella
of intensity. Living! Really
living!
Might be something like
living on a full time diet of
Thanksgiving dinner! And,
then I give that some thought.
Aren't we always about half
sick when getting up from
that amazing meal? This meal
that took endless shopping and
about three days to prepare?
And that night . . . all we can
actually stomach might be a
piece of pie and the thought
that we might never eat again!
And never mind the dishes . . .
The weekend follows with
leftovers, soon to be tired of.
And, somewhere 'twixt cold
cereal for supper and those
flagging leavings, we want
something fresh and new.
I feel a bit of a metaphor
coming on . . . Life simply
can not be lived ever and
always in the orgasmic
moment! We meet, attraction
may follow. A romance begins
and somewhere along the line,
making love brings its gift of
eight second glory.
So yes, let's live, really live.
Doesn't mean that the dishes
don't have to be washed or
the house cleaned. Doesn't
mean there isn't some existing
mixed in with the living.
Balance is a term that springs
to mind. Bottom line . . . yes,
I want to really live, but I get
that the mundane is ever with
us . . .
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