Lucky Zorba, Marley
We were talking about how we have shifted into new creatures.
The skunk was the joker,
Ray was the owl,
Inventor was the bird,
While I was humming bird.
With the move into this new era, the dogs had not shifted.
They were still dogs.
The only thing changed was the relationship between us and them.
We were now treating them with more respect.
They were equal to us.
I as Hummingbird knew Marley was the cutest, the slowest, the most cuddlable.
Lucky was the one to tease, because she was so easily riled, provoked;
but she was also scary, and fast, she could get you.
Zorba, Zorba… he was very friendly, the smartest one, the wisest one.
But, he was too strong, too fast, he could destroy you with one playful bite.
You could just disappear.
Then, was the thought. “What’s you, mom?”, since she was the one who had initiated this all.
And, the owl says “something that is always there, but you don’t see; it’s in the back seat, silently watching”, “a cricket”, say I, “a cricket”, says my mom, “they sing, I like it”.
And, as I am thinking about this and all,
a leaf from the tree above lands right next to my mom.
I exclaim in amazement, and point out a happening.
I grab the leaf; it’s yellow and dry.
And, as I experience its texture, I notice how artificial it feels - as though it’s not even the real thing.
What is this? A fake leaf falling?
Fake I was dry and shriveled.
And so, to write this all, I grab my laptop, I sit down, get ready…
The AC stops, allowing stillness. And, I note the perfect timing.
Ray agrees.
He says something brilliant at that, which I now forget.
But, then a beetle flies past and I remember the Beatles.
As I access Youtube, Love by John Lennon appears,
but I type God,
but then I remember that Love would make more sense now.
And so, I listen, and it shows me how that’s my soundtrack of Life in that instant,
as Lucky runs around, barking in joy, and Ray asks, “hey, why are you barking?”,
and Lucky does not care, she is free and sprightly.
And the song shows…
how Life is a love song about the relationship between the Creator and the Creation.
And, this reminds me of Byron. Is that what she is talking about? I love her story.
Whose story do you love?
Whose story does she love?
Who told the story?
Does it matter?
I keep creating to stay evergreen like the Earth that never dies.
What song will you write?
Love song.
What’s your preference?
God, this radio…
When will we go ad-free?
But, the statistics show the growth.
Go free by letting go.
Enjoy if you like it. If not, change the song.
The hourly limit of 6 skips per hour per station is the maximum amount of times you can skip in any given hour, says Pandora.
Do you believe it?
Feel the sixth.
"If you get full on someone else’s food, you can’t enjoy yours."
But, what someone else’s?
Just, change the film inside.
Zorba, Lucky, Marley.
Marley, Lucky, Zorba.
Lucky to live each day, making music.