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Winning Plans? Winning Hands?
By joseexist in Musings On Muses
May 28, 2011

Each and every day is a storm that must be weathered. We awake when we must, look back on dreams perhaps, and yesterday. We hope we will eventually return to the solitude of sleep. But the engines of the day are always revved into the red. We tune our bodies for the presentation and step out into the slipstream of society. Focused or not, ready or not, our game-plan is already in play.

Interacting with the world we are both wind and sail. We struggle to keep our character taught. We struggle likewise to be the perfect breeze for others, or at least some simulacrum of that. We are not perfect but we do our best to emote perfection.

The scrutiny of the world accompanies us with its opportunistically focusing eyes. Its’ patience is legendary as it waits for us to ‘screw up’.

Agnostic or believer, we all feel the presence of existence on our shoulders. It is not the sun we chart our course by but the sky itself. In the night, it is not the stars but the black velvet behind them. It is not the weave in our sails but the space between threads. It is not the gusting of the wind but the moments when nothing moves. It is in our thoughts as they roll back onto the event horizon of our subconscious mind. Life is nothing and everything. Creation is existence. The universe is the master of itself even as it sits on our shoulder and whispers into our ear.

If luck is on our side, the day will wind down. The sun will fall. Stars will wink into view. If we are even luckier we can return home and begin to relax. We can lower our sails and lighten our breeze. Reflections on the day can be organized. Hopes for tomorrow can be germinated. Another day done, we can try to catch the wispy echoes of laughter as all our muses trade ideas and deal their poker hands between our cooling thoughts.