WORDS LIKE LIGHT
Sunday, January 9, 2022
Sometimes, I fantasize about changing my last name to ‘Always’, because truly, ‘always’ is what life is all about. Life always, and in all ways, exists only in the present moment, and the present moment is always endless – always with no beginning, no ending, no boundaries. Also, I am always exactly where I am and always doing precisely what I’m doing. What’s happening in the present moment, right here and now, is somehow always profitable, and, somehow, I – and everyone – will always benefit from it. I always have all the power I need, and so does everyone and everything, and every scene I happen to come upon is always pristine and somehow useful. And all these words in this small essay written by an always young 80-year-old guy named Always will always shine in a weird and wild way for a reader who’s always alert.
ALWAYS WELL-OFF about Andy H., 70, Blessings, CT, USA He takes treasures with him wherever he goes. He gives big gifts of kindness to the clerks at the grocery store, and endless patience to the gas pumps as he waits with prosperous wisdom for his car to be filled. He brings abundance to the roads he drives on, spreading affluence out the window to drivers and valleys and homes. He's always ready with reserves of acceptance, so so-called problems are easily softened and disappointments soon disappear inside the opulence of submission. He always feels well-off, as if he owns all the peace in the universe, which, in fact, he does.
Our chalkboard poem for yesterday …