there is only life

there is only life and the living beings each an expression of the universe seeking its own expression and its own experience of that expression. we both are the work of art and the appreciator of the art. why else are we so swept away by beauty, symmetry, melodious sounds, graceful motion, simplicity and harmony. all is the appreciator, and the creator. what does man do that is unique? we create for our own enjoyment and for the enjoyment of others. when I was a musician in bands back in the 70's I was more in love with playing, creating music, than listening to someone else. I found not making music to be dull, without resonance in my life. for others listening is the greatest enjoyment. like each flower is the expression of the plant the bush the tree so too is every soul the flower of the earth, sky, sea, sun, space. each unique yet each a logical progression of the form. the intricate detail the many layered mentalities, the inner space and consciousness that evolves the flow of the matter around it, to create the form and its creations. ultimately we are defined by what we create, what we add to the world the universe as a unique expression of the world around us and the pathways the universe created so we could come into existence, there is nothing we are not, everything was added to the nurturing of our body, psyche, and soul from the moment of inception to the day we die, you are what you eat, drink, touch, smell, hear, intuit, express. there is no end to the influences that have gone into what and who you are, but what that all becomes is a new being a new expression a new appreciation of what has already been and what will be. there is just this strange torus of time and space that allows this momentary creative explosion of the living soul to be to create to love to enjoy in a way never before realized or brought to fruition to manifest a unique point that is the result of millions of intersecting lines of past and future possibilities and realities, for every thought every imagined idea every dream is also part of this undeniable creative flowering that is life and living and dying, for the death of the old and the completed and the finished is just as important as the new canvas and the untouched stone, the white paper blank and empty, the burning of the books and the paintings of the past somehow the universe is stirring the pot, bubbling up ancient themes and new twists and constant exposure to the creative possibilities in life in work in relationships in every expression of something totally new to keep the universe forever recreating itself, so it doesn't become a stagnant pond, a dried up river bed a salted earth and inland sea. I feel the tides of becoming even as I age out grow a bit staid and reticent with advancing years. but always inside I feel the old becoming young and the self forever searching for that new path, that unexperienced experience that cannot be denied, and when that comes the world seems younger even as I get older.