The Leading Edge

We are on the leading edge.  We ALL are – each one of us, each “piece” of life – every grass blade, animal, living kingdom . . .

We are on the Edge.

The thing about leading edges is that they are always getting worn down – cutting, as you will, through the plane of time . . .

and it’s no different than us . . .

I have been ‘seeing’ in mind’s eye ‘the leading Edge’ of life – imagine, if you will, a rolling wave, a wave consisting of animals, plants; the ‘oceans’ of life which have come and gone . . . crossing the bright lit ‘plains’ of time . . . a huge roiling edge stretching on across to the horizon . . . things born, things dying – all of us are in there . . .

and this leading Edge is called LIFE

and the plains we are on . . . the universe?  Time?  Whatever -it’s what we’re all traveling on . . .

and like so many leading edges, we are getting worn out . . .

Old age, time – those are our foes, our ancient enemies – and yet there rests in the future a chance for many ages to come . . .

a wave of human beings and animals . . .

even the blade of grass you stand on: it, too, is part of our “wave”

this Wave called Life

rolling across the Plains of Time . . .

endlessly rolling . . . animals and plants and us, all in a hunch-a-bunch hurly-burly sort of ‘we’re all together in this one now’ – everyone surging forward (either through primative hunch or more modern ambition) – a huge ‘roiling’ . . . like a comber on the ocean

We’re in the waves of time . . .

Destined to ‘die’ somewhat, somehow, somewhen . . . while the wave goes cresting on ….

in the surge behind us have fallen the dinosaurs (but then again: didn’t they simply move on?  Becoming ‘one of us’ – a creature in the Wave?) . . . the Neanderthal, the caveman, the creatures he was feasting on . . .

Gathering up into this ‘Wave of Life” we’ve been on . . . this cresting voyage . . . hurly-tumble all about one another – fighting and surviving to go on . . .

From the mouths of babes breathes the future; from the annuals of Time, our pasts . . .

Aren’t we all really in this together?

Don’t you think it’s time that we move on?

I’m thinking so . . . moving forward with you
on this Wave of Time . . .
The Wave of Life . . .
moving
through
time . . .

(endless all until we go dying . . . sleeping until some wave catches us . . . moving us on . . .)

The Ocean

You’re there.

Enjoy it while you can . . . Leading Edge Animals . . . lives abraded by the facts and the living; the troubles of our times (which are no troubles at all, given the endless time) . . .
ride the wave – enjoy!  Say hello to your fellow surfers . . .
while the Wave goes crashing on . . .

The Endless Wave . . . we keep seeing it in our head . . .
rolling across the sands of time . . .
every animal embedded in it; every plant, every Life . . .
birthing, living, dying, screaming . . .
loving, planting, thriving, dreaming . . .
the endless wave of time . . .

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About jeffssong

JW is an adult childhood abuse survivor with DID*. He grew up in a violent family devoid of love and affection. He is a military brat and veteran. He no longer struggles with that past. In 1976 JW began writing "The Boy". It took 34 years to complete. It is currently on Kindle (http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004T3IVKK ), or if you prefer hard copy, on Amazon ( http://www.amazon.com/Boy-J-W/dp/1461022681). JW resides somewhere in the deep South. He is disabled and living with family. Note: Please feel free to take what you need; all is free to all. With that in mind, keep it that way to others. Thank you. We have 3 Blogs - One for our younger days, 0-10 (The Little Shop of Horrors); one for our Teen Alter and his 'friends' (also alters) with a lot of poetry; and finally "my" own, the Song of Life (current events and things)
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