I love Big Sur.
The nature there feels...right.
My body is excited to explore, and content to enjoy.
Yet the latest visit(s) have been with the mind, seeing an old friend, one of the oldest I have (as memory reveals.)
Everyone is a mirror, and to everyone we are a mirror...
And with everyone, we pay a price.
Oh, well...we imagine it so, but really, it is the person paying the price, seeing a cost, feeling exchanges, caught in the flows of one another.
How do we listen? How do we hold words?
There is an intensity that comes out with my old friend, and I see it
As the touching of swords.
Followed by the dance of the blades.
I...choose...to leave the blade sheathed, as the blade dances about my head.
Or I choose to unsheath the blade, touch blades and play.
Even in the crescendo, slamming down upon the counter and screaming, "I CAN BE ENRAGED AS MUCH AS YOU", I was there, watching.
And I am happy that in all my pain, memories and imagined, clinging suffering, that I saw no reason to plunge the blade into any heart, of body or mind.