Hide From the Whirled

“When are you going to stop wasting your life hiding in the rainforest?” Boing asked the Moon, and the Moon reported it to me the next day.

            “It’s all about his own life and expectations,” said the Moon, which summed it all up so well I had nothing to add as I paused to admire the large fish swimming around me, fearless in the crystalline stream.

Then, two days later, the Moon was assailed once more by a town-dwelling friend.

            “When are you going to stop wasting your life?” he asked. The Moon shrugged.

            Perhaps we are hiding from the whirled, ‘but I’m just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round, I just love to watch them roll;

‘No longer riding on the merry-go-round – I just had to let it go’, as the immor(t)al bard sang.

            Living is not hiding from life, but watching a passive screen may be, or careering down a slippery slope – to ‘career’ implies a lack of brakes. Work is an art, Art an ongoing Work.

            Materialism is some thing, I suppose, and self-denial something else entirely - but on the other hand (Librans always have two), what does it gain you to save the world but lose your own soul?

            Walk that tightrope, yeah, while juggling. The Moon and eye are unperturbed. And back online after months of navel-gazing.

PS - the storms are coming…