iBreathe

September clouds rolling over the coast from the mountains as two Imperial Spanish Eagles, circling 100 feet above the morning coffee and a toast with jam.

Enough quality in that moment to last for a lifetime, but I can’t freeze it in time and stay in it, connected the right way to the glory of it all. Buddhism whispering; everything changes, nothing is forever, wipe the carefully crafted momentarely Mandela out and enterprise a new one.

The Dao in me suggests: I am the creator of this, I’m the eagle.

The cosmic traveler in me says: Time’s an illusion, freeze it.

Knowingness, that catches an upwind and flies with them all the way back to the Sierra Nevada mountains.

I stayed behind looking for any left over debris running rambunctiously in my system, one headline I read stayed with me. Couldn’t shake it off.

The woman having cancer stating on the front page of a main stream newspaper somewhere in Bilderberg ‘Welfare’ Scandinavia: “I’m a burden to society. I can’t find a job.” No honey you’re not!

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