Simple Elegance

JULY 13, 2014   SUNDAY MORNING

    Hi, Chris.  Good morning.  I love you.  I do not remember specifics of dreams last night.  I slept more deeply than usual.  Fatigue I guess.

    Where are you but in the now?  Where am I?  Where is anything but in the present moment?  Where is memory but in the now?  Where are future plans but sitting in the moment of now?

    Where are the things outside of now?  There is no outside of now.  There is only now.

    Only now.

    Then where are the things that were in the now but are no longer in the now?  They must still be in the now.  I do not see them.  If they are still in the now and I cannot see them, it follows that my current senses are not tuned to them.

    Is this our plight, my love?  Is this all there is to your absence from my perception?  That my physical senses are not tuned to your current state of being?

    I will keep looking.

    NOTA BENE:  The above brief letter expressed itself in simple elegance.  As you and I know, Honey Bun, one cannot argue with simple elegance.  When it comes, one must accept it and leave it be.  It is complete, whatever medium expresses it -- art, poetry, music, or indefinable.  I copied and pasted it to “Public” on Google+.  It seemed poetic and thought provoking, though exactly why is beyond explanation, beyond the mere words carrying the message.  Just one of those things that have the magic.

    I just finished a nice meditative walk around the drive for a while.  I love you, Honey Bun.