“Seventh time lucky, dear teen?”
Green is not a primary color? Go figure…
red — orange — yellow — green — blue — indigo — violet
a — b — c — d — e — f — g
1. Feel lucky 2. Get lucky
do re mi fa so la ti
7 x UT x 7
Draining the sky of pink
Every crack in the sky exposes the rays unstoppable in the clearing,
which is not necessarily the landing. Yah, wish away.
A storm without light in its midst
like a well without water in its belly.
For my part, when it comes to organic life, the sum of the parts is not equal to the whole (of the universe, i.e., God). If Life’s #1 rule is suffering (just so we can know we’re alive, because we are painfully conscious of the fact), then Death’s #1 rule must be equal to unbelievable ecstasy.
Ah! So, the question is: If we are famously immortal souls having a human experience of futile suffering, then why don’t we long for infinite ecstasy, instead of longing for an inconsequentially longer life-span?
Or, in other words, why wish for a lengthier version of eternal suffering?
Near to death are we all, every day we’re on the ball.
Knocked out of the park, by God, into remembrance,
we chase fearsome thoughts back to their base of obliviousness,
as the next moment runs for home, without a second thought.
Moments need not wait for the right time to act
newly born and up to bat.
In fact, they have no choice. Do we?
Swing away and stay safe, my friends!
Words and photographs by
Some days the sun sets way too early,
and some days it levitates for far too long,
but some days the sun doesn’t show its face at all,
and all we are left with is faith and hope in the heart,
and the eternal knowledge that it keeps in store,
for love may be blind, but it forever sees the light.
Words and photographs by Uncle Tree