Do or Do Not

The... There it is again. That word. Starting a new sentence. Nebulae and dark matter surrounding us and stuck on one word. A rift in an African continent, a million years away from forming a new sea, and one word blocks progress.

The...

Usual start. Breath exhaled. Word typed. Oxygen and nerve impulses putting thoughts in motion.

The...

Like a tired stutter, repeating a sound that skips and falls back on itself.

The...

One more time, hoping another start will jump off a curb, join racing bodies charging toward any finish line.

The...

Not again! Again, why? More to this than meets the eye. Would a handwritten note flow more freely?

The...

Sigh...slow down. Take a step back. Set hands on armrest and relax. Meditation and inspiration will provide another word.

The glance from a buffet line, a look of expectation, a moment of searching, hoping, seeking, waiting, nodding, smiling. Is he/she the one? Two sets of eyes, colour unimportant from a distance, facial expression and body posture the thing. One sitting and one standing. Chopsticks in one hand and plate in another. Thought bubbles floating to the ceiling. Food labels signposts for keeping one in line.

The story. Forgetfulness. Conversations off track nearby. Confusing one type of hernia for another. BIST versus POST versus software versus hardware versus who determines its specs and when will they get written, how versus what.

Another look. Another millisecond wondering. Which one? Is there one here? Who wrote what when and how come?

Post-haste. Pre-haste. Verb. Noun. Adjective. Consult Emily Brewster, lexicographer and bar owner, co-. Consult Emily Post. Heloise's hints. Abby's descendant. John Qwerty...strike that, John Dvorak. Not sure Bill France can still get it done.

Reach inside, pull out a thumb with a plum eating a blackbird eating crow with its foot in its mouth.

Happiness is having it all and knowing you can get more. Another railroad, boardwalk or park place, letting others worry about jail or passing Go. Playing Go, if need be. Mahjong or jai alai, depending on your stance. Happiness is your infrastructure. Electric two-seater or jetset timezone jumper.

The... I said the once, where are thee now? The. Thee. These. Same word. Same thought. Deer versus deer. Wordplay. Taking a break. Looking around. Rolling thoughts like baoding iron spheres, a jingle and a jangle, a bangle and the...

Hands clasped in meditative prayer, absent of idols and symbols. When you're there, you know you are. When you aren't, you don't. Do or do not. The moment's all we've got. The moment is all. We have got the...? These words are neither symbols nor idols.

I found one moment in Cat's Lowe Mill. Another in Soos' nature center. In the words of Ann Marie's writing in 1979. The latest in Babli's poetry. Yin and yang. Gender balance. Prakriti and Purusha. Neutrality and happiness through the view of both. From that symmetry, I find the next step to take in the world of commerce. Humour in a subtle key, syncopated and written in bars. Tune in and listen. David C. may be playing your song or John A. turning it into a show tune. We are who we are and what we do. Those who don't, aren't.