Friday night. Another week survived intact. Juggling crystal balls in a whirlwind While dancing the merengue To house music And surfing ten foot waves of lava Now floating among theories and thoughts With a cup of tea Juxtaposing against My myriad of experiences Learning and unraveling The mystery (my story) of my life Finding my footing Through the flow of my pen I write therefore I am. Energy moves always Such is life Time passes. We get older. That flow is always there at the succulent center of each moment.