Sunday, May 9, 2010

Momentary Lapse of reason

As usual, I am out in the balcony with my morning brew, waiting for the sunrise which will slowly fill each and every pixel of the sky with its orange tint. The sky with its present form of 64 grey-scale resolution is loosing out to the sunrise that is spreading the sky with its enormous colors bringing in yet another day. It’s an old day yesterday – and a brand new day now.

For this one time, I do not want to rewind into my past nor peek into the future. I am trying to stay frozen in time and hoping the reality will not thaw my state of being and plant me firmly back on the ground. It’s not that I am afraid of the ground it’s just deep feeling inside where I am learning to fly, to an unknown destination, to the tranquil of peace and the land of the mermaids. I take a deep breath and ask myself why.

As I close my eyes, I can soar so high, even past the Garden of Eden, the land of promise and golden sunrise. I slowly glide past the opulence of the mountains filled with tangerine trees and marmalade skies. The Cellophane flowers of yellow and green makes me cry out to meet Lucy in the sky. It’s going to be a blue morning and then a blue day – and I wonder why you won’t see it my way.

The rays of hope start to fall on my face trying to wake me up. I steadfastly refuse the nudge, as I want to continue and fly. I beg for my share of time that is standstill.Yet once again the magnificent sun is slowly wining the battle and is forcing the grey skies to mend its ways and be alive. Hope is being restored and released from the clutches of the darkness, the elements of the night start to disappear to wait their chance and return at dusk.

The mermaids of happiness are beckoning me to join the serenade. I can hear the harp being played so far away, and the choir of angels singing

Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds

I am now wide awake and see that I am back on the ground. The cacophonic reality returns and urges me to make the best of my day. I have to return back to the mill, to the grind of the day, to go back and wear that ball and chain. As I leave, all I ask is for peace, nothing but peace, the real peace!

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