The man gazed off his mountain he always dreamed of having.
He breathed deep and moved his heart in motion.
Moments were no longer distinguishable between youth and middle age.
Happiness often came in waves like messages.
Messages came from priests, poets, and momentary unplanned lapses into silences.
A smile exerts itself into the world.
Sometimes they came at the expense of much effort.
On a good day…sometimes in the spring,
Smiles came in (to him) with the sun rolling through the blinds of his city home.
He spent these moments praying in all directions, directionless.
Let the moments, past and present, fill my soul with life.
Take the dreams of rushing and rolling water and rise.
Rise to ride once again.
Beginning to exhale, thoughts were
So full of life they bloated with the color of blood.
Ten moments time ten thousand.
…Bicycle spokes flickering in the air of a descending child on a small town’s hill.
…The flushing of and expanding of capillaries of an adolescent’s face
…Moments after a kiss that tasted like a snow cone.
…The squeezing head songs of liquor drenched collegiate mornings.
…The serendipity and force fields created by true friendships.
…Uncovering love after greyhound rides and unbridled loss.
…Highways becoming dividing lines between the loves and the loves not.
…Lower than low in a bed full of needles and mistakes.
…The uneasiness of moments of indiscretion.
…The burying and unearthing of history.
Life is a list.
Keep marking the remarkable.
Bless the faith of the faithful.
Love the lovely ones.
Fear the fearful ones.
My list is long.
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