Cotton White Tuesday Afternoon

Strands of ropes,

long and strong with invisible ends.

Within each and every one lurks...

celestial quality, spirit, and ethereal significance.

The ground view unlike the bird-eye view holds a kinky catch-22.

Kinda hidden in the haze of mortality.

When things are really good,

you stop yourself for a good look

and maybe a deep gust of your given reality.

You don't want it to end.

When things aren't so good,

you stop yourself for a good look

and maybe a retrospective mental backflip.

You want to turn the wheel.

Still, either way,

you don't want it to end.

Either way,

we will respond to Mortality.

Either way,

we stare in the face of Choice.

It is in the way we choose to think and live

that will define how we may prosper.

I know,...

words are way easy.

The Catch-22 is nicely tucked under the rug.

Pull it out and dance well.

Then, my conscience wants to say

the Other Side sends us love all the time.