thoughts on age someone mentioned age recently and i must admit i don't really mind growing old because there's nothing i can do about it and i'm not sure i would if i could a trip has to have a beginning and an end and that's all this is an oddyssey that begins in the womb of the mother and culminates in the womb of the earth with a lot of rough roads and blue days thrown in for good measure along the way after it's all things said it's been more fun than agony more pleasure than pain even if marred by doubt and uncertainty more times than i care to remember the only thing death stops is the present the sing of blood beneath the skin breath through the lips all those seccular motions that tell us we're still cooking in this realm death slows only motion mass the pull of gravity the sense of light the knowledge of time unwinding around a spring or crystal everything goes on and on eternally every thought lives on forever every wave of energy ever spent survives bouncing inside the walls of atoms we only know exist when we view them from the inside out when our souls have climbed the smoke to heaven and yesterday still reverbrates like a tuning fork in the ages we're all in key on time and the big hammer is nothing but a change of gears on a freeway leading ever outward on and on and on until the circle comes around curved like einstein's universe and we're back where we began renewed in spirit kicking ass in a whole new realm smiling sad poems at an afternoon sky we never imagined possible