keep the art in my hours
The things that are most beautiful are in people. People aren't different from nature, even when apart from it. You can't get out of the world, even when you're cloistered in a tiny room. Faces are flowers, all eyes are the same, trembling with inward light. Praise fingers as much as ocean currents. Tempers of mood hardly differ from atmospheric tempers. Grass grows, and hair; molecules creep and divide. Everything good is still blowing between us, even when we're under arc-sodium lights. And what is even more wonderful than a waterfall is a kiss. So those that develop a love of nature that excludes the loveliest thing in it (people) are blinded to half the great good on the earth. People are the culmination of life, in spite of all the mistakes they make. I will not become bewildered by the errors into believing there are two spheres: one the natural world, the other the man-made. Man is natural. Everything man makes is natural. Not everything is good, but everything will be good by degrees, over time. So smiles just as much as sunsets. Slivers of rain, unexpected touches. Nothing is different; everything just swirls about, sometimes hot, sometimes cold. My atoms think they think, but they don't. And when they stop, they do not stop, and when a flower dies, it doesn't. When a petal falls off, it's just falling back into the primordial stream. How can I fear something I always was, but for 38 years fell out of life with? If You give me fear, do I have to do with it as my nature intends, or can I not mold it into something less destructive? Same with other emotions, passions, hatreds, etc. Inspired to hate, must I then cradle that hate like a ball in the belly of my throat? I don't have to be that unthinking. I can be as good or bad as I want to be. The first part is to think I can. The next is to follow through.
Act less socially dangerous, conserve the days. Keep the art in my hours. Sing more songs. Think between words. Live between the hours. Be nice. Be nice. Generous without motive ... without motive. That is key. It doesn't mean anything if I behave well out of a desire to be liked better. No, better to be authentic than that, even authentically a lush.
I have the same irrational ideas about substantial relationships that I used to about love. I think I know what they entail, but I don't.
Act less socially dangerous, conserve the days. Keep the art in my hours. Sing more songs. Think between words. Live between the hours. Be nice. Be nice. Generous without motive ... without motive. That is key. It doesn't mean anything if I behave well out of a desire to be liked better. No, better to be authentic than that, even authentically a lush.
I have the same irrational ideas about substantial relationships that I used to about love. I think I know what they entail, but I don't.