Carrying the Flag

5/22/2025

I am suddenly struck with the overwhelming vision of a lifetime reading the scriptures and the thoughts of mystics from all wisdoms, with my love beside me. What a joyful life it would be to read forever, eat, drink, think, study, and wonder at the glory of creation in each waking moment.

What can I want for except to be alive? What could I hope to experience except this phenomenon of being a thing, and learning how to be no-thing? I should be so lucky to have found anyone at all who shares such a high aspiration as learning and being.

What do I have to fear? Did I not voice aloud a hope to be unalone? Did I not accept a silent, lonesome life long before ejecting myself from a grand material dream- a dream that was not mine?

Am I too old to be a fool again, for love and God?

What I have to lose is not mine, it will not come with me. Even I will not come with me. These memories return to dust.

What a privilege it is to die in the pursuit of love. What an adventure to carry the flag of awakening, and learn to ask others if they would like to walk with me a while.