THE BIG WIDE WHEEL

The big wheel spins and fizzes, it sparkles and bursts within excitement and anticipation. The big wheel of the cosmos floats in the wide ocean of ether, the big wide ocean of forgetting...and remembering. The moon is out and the trees are glistening as they sit within the thick lakes of mud. The sun always rises and the moon always sets...a circle, always a circle. It's never about you, it never was - it's always about what the eye sees at a mere glance. That look that you have - big orbs, heavy lids, must be like watching the world through a vaseline dream. Still, we may be dust and ashes, and we will be dust and ashes again, but we are now and we are the moment, the moon is out and the trees are glistening. It is the slice and it is the gathering, lives untold, lives unlost. We may take passage to the moon in a tin box, we may yearn to walk on worlds yet imagined, but it is all a distraction, all an illusion of the grandest of natures. We are bigger than our dreams and yearnings, bigger than the plans of another ego. We are the big wheel that spins and fizzes, sparkles and bursts. We are the big wheel of the cosmos, floating within the wide ocean of ether...always.