Gesamtkunstwerk

Sipping the drinks from out of the sky sends my left brain into oblivion. Trading the wind for the water, the sea for the air in a cave, the last supper for a holiday meal, the moon for her ancestors. Roman Greek Aztec Toltec Maya Gesamtkunstwerk. All of it is a blessing in color, in disguise, in language, in love. What other kind of blessing can there be? The smile smiles and fades the outward-bound, denim-clad legs that walk and walk to endless oblivion and create their destiny along the way like all of us but with more clothes to hide the sun. Skin must breathe. Toes must. Ankles. Eyes. Every surface of skin, whether penetrated by consciousness or not, must be laid open to the air and the water and the breathing that takes place under our awareness throughout all of time and even under time, itself. This travelling is done without any bags, with no knowledge but the certainty that the trip will suffice, and that it never ends, and that the usefulness of it lies in the endless transformation which feels light and feels heavy and dark but is the transformation of the only Light that ever is or was.