Weird and Interesting (and juicy?)

It is weird and interesting- 
life. 
It is weird and somewhat interesting-
the wait. 
It is somewhat weird and mostly interesting-
living in the moment. 
Life does not go beyond the moment
What moment? this or that? 
It is the moment 
As in life changes 
in the instant-
the ordinary instant 
Life does not go beyond that instant 
of constant change, 
constant suffering, 
constant joy, 
constant grace; 
all which abound life itself 
which is, as explained
the moment. 
Which is, to be honest, 
weird and interesting. 
It is also as weird and as interesting 
participating in this life 
in this truth, as you liked to claim 
Truth? What truth? 
I refuse to believe there is a path 
one the path 
truth is in the heart, 
the mind 
you name it
it is within 
and within is divine 
just as that moment-
that? what that? 
the moment. 
Weirdly, though 
you reminded me of Daniel 
Interestingly, though 
.....
I forgot what was interesting- 
interesting! 

What's mesmerizing though 
was her choice of words: 
balance, groundedness, divine connection 
What's mesmerizing though
was your choice of timing- 
of the moment 
at which you'd choose the words: 
here, now, divine, within 
What's mesmerizingly weird and interesting though, 
is that I might indeed be a witch 
because that's what was on mind. 

It is a weirdly, and interestingly lovely day today
the skies are clouded 
the trees are standing 
the moment is intact; 
I am still alive. 

Weird and interesting is 
life. 
Weird and interesting is
change. 
Weird and interesting is
how tomorrow could be different from today 
Weird and interesting is 
love. 

I am no expert, 
just as I'm no buddha sitting under no tree 
but I am un essere uomo 
and this qualifies me enough 
to talk about love- 
to talk about anything and everything for that matter  
I am allowed to talk 
to use and adapt language as much as I liked 
I am allowed some bullshit 
only because I am an essere uomo 
who has invented language 
it is the sword, 
the savior, 
the armor, 
and every war-ish thing you could think of. 
It is my hematite, 
my labradorite 
(which is called spectrolite in Finland because, and i quote, it reflects all the colors of the spectrum of existence) 
my whole persona 
and it is never me. 

(In a theatrical performance)
Soprano: What is meeee? 
Tenor: It is youuu. 
Screw you Tenor 
Tenor: Screw youuu.  
Choir: Life does not go beyond 
the moment of 
chaos, 
peace, 
serenity 
Life does not go beyond
the instant of 
change. 
Alto: weird, weird, weird 
Choir: Life is now and.. 
Soprano: cliche! 
Tenor: Screw youuu! 
Choir: forever and for more 
going around the same core 
of shifts and changes 
eras and phases 
of one moment attached to the next
one instant leading to the next 
and your being 
is only now. 
Soprano: Life is now 
and? 

Life is, it turns out, 
Weird,
Interesting 
And juicy. 
Life can be as weird as
Showing up at a party 
Only to stay in the corner 
Smoking.
Life can be as interesting
As finding someone 
sharing that corner. 
Life can be juicy 
As in finding out 
That he is 
A fellow smoker. 

Yet as juicy as it may get, 
If you’re still thinking about that
Cheesecake you had this morning 
That delicious, somewhat interesting and juicy 
Strawberry cheesecake, 
If you’re all locked in your cheesecake- 
Then your whole life has gone in vain 
For life, again, 
As you claimed, 
Does not go beyond the moment 
And in your moment
You were absent 

Alto: confusion
(Someone): my moment is the cheesecake 
I am grateful for this cake 
My whole life stopped when I had this cheesecake 
It is as profound
As the deepest ocean 

Tenor: life is change 
Soprano: life is now
And? 









 



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