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Being Human

Some say being human is an art

each person has his own style

his own way of brushing paint and choices across

this canvas we call life

his own way of sculpting his perspective  on

this statue we call life

his own way of tracing patterns and cutting the cloth of

this fabric we call life

his own way of sketching lines only to erase them on

this paper we call life

each way a creation of new life

each way making something that wasn’t there before

each way budding with imagination

Some say being human is a science

a method to the madness

with notes and numbers

organized in neat little piles

with experiments and graphs

to quantify and qualify

each and every experience

and research papers to write up afterwards

each adding something to the collective knowledge

each adding to the answered questions and creating many unanswered ones

Some say being human is randomness

no light in the darkness

no purpose or meaning

just people and events colliding like pin balls

everything left up to chance and luck

a complete external locus of control

no rhyme or reason to living

Some say being human is a dance

twirling and spinning with others

on this planet sized dance floor

here with one dance partner for a moment

and another the next

a hip and a hop and a jump

a smile and a tear and a kiss

a dip and a twist and a shake

a wave and a laugh and a sigh

listening to the music and moving with it

no scheming, only living

The art

The science

The randomness

The dance

of being human

each believes in something

each creates something

each lives for something

Not which is good or bad

neither better nor worse

rather,

which fits you?

The craft

and the skill

and the technique

and the flair

and the talent

of being human

is being you

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A Storm

Above the world is water dancing in the sky. The humidity rises and water vapor can waltz and flow across the sky. The wind pushes and pulls the water from one end of the heavens to the other. The water dances in the sky.

It collects and combines into clouds, some puffy white others dark and stormy. The clouds eat each other up to form massive congregations of water. Each with its curves and edges and corners and boundaries. Each with its shapes that people transform in their minds. Each with a tummy darker than the rest of it, no matter if it is puffy white or dark and stormy.

The air is heavy with water, and not just the air up in the sky. In through the nose it is heavy and moist, almost tangible to the taste. It is the smell of new leaves and wet paper and fresh skin and cooked greens and clean glass. The skin gets a little cooler and the wind gives it a little kiss. The air is heavy and cool with water giving sign to a storm.

The clouds hover over the earth, waiting and watching. Waiting to collect enough water to drop on the earth below. Watching over everything, but seeing nothing. The clouds above the world, in the midst of dancing water, only waiting to drop what they have collected. Waiting and watching.

And they wait no more.

Down they let their precious cargo, down they let their treasure, down they let their trash, down they let themselves. The rain pours. Each drop sways in the wind, but with a final destination. The water does not dance in the wind anymore. It does not have time to frolic in the sky, but must get to the grass, pond, rooftop, hair, log, leaf, clothing. The rain has a destination, with no mind of its own. And so the wind still tries to get the raindrops to dance.

Off in the distance is a wonderful strike of brilliant light, here one moment and gone another. The lightning shines and shows off its beauty, silently calling to it lover. Waiting for the response back.

One second away

Two seconds away

Three seconds away

Thunder makes itself known, thunder bellows its response to its darling. Thunder yells to all the world that lightning is its mate. Thunder calls to its heart that he will be with her once again. Thunder tells lightning that he will come closer, try harder, be nicer, be softer, be faithful, be kinder, be there. But thunder is known for being rough and far away and being loud and being strong and being free, not a lover. Of breaking promises.

Lightning flashes and dances and spins and twirls and does everything it can to be the best. To be the most beautiful, to be the most stunning, to be the most daring, to be the most of everything. Lightning tries to the win the heart of her lover. Lightning tries and tries.

One second away

Two seconds away

Thunder is enticed and comes closer, wowed by the majesty and splendor of the show lightning put on for him. He wants to use her, he wants to watch her out do herself in competing for his heart. Competing only with her former performance. Thunder watches her dance and dance and try and try. Thunder watches. Waiting for her to fail, for him to find something better.

Lightning breaking trees and sets fire to them, trying to impress thunder. Lightning makes the stars look dim compared to her radiance, trying to impress thunder. Lightning makes the sun look pale, trying to impress thunder. Lightning makes the night sky light up like day, trying to impress thunder. Lightning tries to impress thunder.

One second away

Thunder slowly, sarcastically claps, seeing if he can make lightning try harder to impress him. He wants a show, he wants beauty at its finest or none at all. Thunder waits for more.

Lightning is tired of giving thunder her all. She wants him to love her for who she is – a force of nature meant to be. Not meant to impress because is not she already impressive enough for just being? Lightning wants to see if she won her lover’s heart, not his eyes. Lightning stops trying to impress. Lightning stops. Lightning waits.

Nothing.

Thunder is not there to be impressed. Thunder is only an effect of lightning. Thunder cannot be won because he is only a reflection of lightning. Thunder is nothing without lightning.

Lightning has stopped dancing and so has water. But wind still tries to make the raindrops dance.

Oh, the magnificent science behind a storm, behind clouds, behind the sky. How everything is just right for the water to collect, for the water to fall. For the sky to be illuminated with lightning and to make its presence known with thunder. The science and precision in its own right is a glorious beauty. To be seen with eyes, to be heard with the ears, to be felt with the skin, to be smelled with the nose, to tasted with the mouth; that is another miracle. For one event to bring in all the senses and equally electrify them, is an effect few events have.

 

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Dancing in My Head

There is music dancing in my head

Jumping from ear to ear

just like my smile

Whole notes are doing tangos with quarter rests

and the treble clef is doing the jive with eighth notes

and the accents are doing the waltz with the time signature

There is music dancing in my head

My brain has been scooped out

like ice cream from the carton

except this time, something has been put in its place

Hans Zimmer, Ludwig Van Beethoven, Zack Hemsey, Pyotr Llyich Tchailkovsky

have been put in its place

There is music dancing in my head

Glorious highs and devious lows

unaffected brass and fragile wisps

soaring frequency and doom-fully slowness

There is music dancing in my head

Back and forth the music froths

like lapping, crashing ocean waves

the tide rolls in on the left ear and falls back on the right

my head begins to sway with the waves of music

and down the tune goes over the waterfall

crashing, spraying, falling, tumbling

to new heights by letting gravity take the lead

None of this makes sense

but then how can differing vibrations on our eardrums

turn into creativity, artistry of imagination – music?

It is humanity’s ability to connect

the back of the mind

to the edge of the soul

to the corner of the heart

There is music dancing in my head

Lines and dashes on paper

turn into sounds from brass and wind and drums and strings

turn into jovial and impending and innovation

turn into thoughts and actions and lives and worlds

turn into humanity

There is humanity dancing in my head

 

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