Incongruity

The moments speeding by

Touch us

Surround us

Change us

They stamp upon us an eternal impression

Of perpetual incongruity

A distinct sensation

Of having seen and felt and experienced something

Achingly profound yet so fleeting

A whisper disguised as a shout

An affirmation that sounds like an insult

A pat on the back that feels like a slap across the face

Like a newsreel jittering through the pressure roller

Confusing my flicker fusion threshold

Fits and jumps and false starts

Perceiving things without truly seeing them

Bits and pieces

A slashed up mashup

Vision interrupted

Senses on hold

As the world speeds by

Trailing a jangling crowd of incongruous shrapnel

Bouncing and ricocheting on the path before me

Leaving me stunned, amazed, and mute

With unrequited expectation

Oblivion

Woke.

A fresh moniker for all who see themselves as newly enlightened;

As if our enlightenment is somehow more profound, historic, and disruptive

than any previous individual or collective recognition of life and reality.

Revelations abound, seemingly without limit.

Insights are being born into our consciousness every day.

Wisdom, no longer hidden, is coming to light.

We see it!

A New Age is dawning!

Again.

“There is nothing new under the sun.”

Yet every day, every moment,  is a clean slate, a fresh start, a new beginning.

“Today is the first day of the rest of your life.”

You can choose to come near to life while others choose to remain distant.

The planet is shrinking.

The planet is dying.

The planet is long overdue for immeasurable cataclysmic events.

You can choose.

Freak out about the possibilities of death and disaster,

Or

Stop and smell the roses,

Or

Put all your senses on full alert

to inhale, absorb, learn, find, consume, enjoy

every infinitesimal detail of life at its fullest.

What do you already know?

What do you want to know?

Will knowing be enough?

Are you happy being oblivious?