2/9/09
When I think of energy I think of light, the many colored
balls which glow with the fire of fusion. It all begins with stars, but far
from that burning ball, we look up and see a white coin we might pluck between
our fingers, if we look at all. But the generous light warms us either way,
running over our skin and world. Plants reach up from the earth with energy
borrowed from their parents, and bask. We harvest our share, feeding our
hunger, grinding and dissolving to take what we need. Feel it course through
our bodies on a bloody road, spoken without horror or fear.
We revel in the blood within us, the warmth that radiates
out as thought leads to motion, and motion to deed. We pile and compile our
deeds, until they are toppled, eaten away by something else, and then we begin
again. Different times, strange new places, but the same energy flows through,
over and under, riding us like ponies on a merry go round.
