Seriously sat so long

Dec 8, 2013

            Seriously sat more curiously closer to the curving surface wishing for more than a glimpse into the looking glass.  Sitting so still in fixed anticipation for a clue of what the future could be.  Seriously missed the world go by as it spun on its tilt-a-whirl axis.  (Not that Seriously made it spin.  She knew better, for it turned well and good eons before her birth.) 

            The Sun, himself, passed in all his golden glory behind her back and yet Seriously sat in rapt concentration, hoping with all her might into the ripples of the pool, to see what she should do in the coming days and years.  Within the dark pools, wisdom she sought, but for all that she knew and all she found, it swirled away for time isn’t still and its currents ever changing.  The wisdom Seriously sought never rose clearly.

            At last, night had set and it was too late.  All the world grew dark and in the dim light of the blue moon, Seriously could barely see her fingertips.

            For the future is not ours, it may never be, but for now we have the present.  So dance in the sun and marvel at the moon and all its hoary host.  This day is yours and it holds trouble enough.  For all our plans and all our scheming, we can not evade mortality.  Numbered breaths and numbered beats are ours.  Take time to ponder, take time to wonder, but don’t be so serious that you miss the beauty in the everyday as it passes by.