Lost for Oblivion's Sake

     It is often with events that should or could have impacts for evolution in our Homo Sapiens existence, we get so attached to the symptoms we are blind to the ambitiousness of the moment.  For my moments of antiquities the Age of Aquarius and the Summer of Love lured me into a set of false premises.  I didn't preclude anything in particular except for I could continue on the illusion that all was right with the world and as Humans "Being" we had that chutzpah going on and the Magical Mystery Tour was to begin.  I knew the Music of My Era would go in and out of style, but twenty years hence, we would still be loving the Forks we chose to come to the Dinner Table with.
      Oblivion has in it's own essence lost the ability of going outside and playing in the dirt, social interactions that promote good will "Hunting" for enigmatic outcomes, not unlike the "Smiley Face" icons,  and presto, change-o, the beauties of cultural diversity and the pomp and circumstance that comes with sharing moments with  "Mother Nature" herself.
      Then along comes Merry.  She was once a true love of Mine.  Merry Moosemas, Merry Christmas, in the Jingle Jangle come Morning Time.  Opinions are just that, ethereal and not meant to collide or change external or internal belief systems, just to entertain and extrapolate on the intricacies of day to day living and the outcomes or consequences of such mental, emotional or spiritual poppycock.
       Lately, in the Chilly Hours and Minutes of Uncertainty, I long to be, in your warm and tender loving arms.  Those who forget to remember the transgressions of those Hours and Minutes, I swear to you, they are bound to repeat them.  It is not then, no matter how deep the river is, you can, if you choose represent those ripples over and over, as if they are continuous, smile broadly when they coincide with your present moments, but they do not in all reality, represent what could be, if you bring the spoon and knife along with the Cow that jumped over the Moon, to the dinner table when you come to take a piece of the pie of infinite wisdom that is available to each and every one of you.  Remembering is a first step, application is a second and hither and dither come shining through.  I am here, you are there, but we are all together.  Get lost, for oblivion's sake and make your own beautiful music, your own summer of love, before it's over, and join the Traveling Salvation Show in it's myriad and glorious, halleujah, outcomes.