I am Human

We can see, inwardly. This is perhaps the most substantial gift of them all. There is no sight quite like the mind.

The mind can create and observe simultaneously. The mind sees beyond time and space. Remember when?

Have you ever seen the shimmer on a regular old fly?

This one species glistens like a peacock feather, or I guess, it glistens like a flies back.

It took me 28 years to see a fly like that.

As a child, I couldn’t quite see the way I can now. I have more history, enough weight inside to float within myself. I no longer burn ants.

Crying is a gift. That feeling when water massages against your eyes. Upwards melts the heart, blood turns to water. I love a good cry, a good whimper. A solid night of aching and aweing. Those howls I cry when sobbing, only a canyon would hear such a sound. A canyon loves. Only the canyon will hold them they way they need to be held.

Another wondrous quality in being human; the ability to be humiliated by grandeur. The way Canyons shut me off and then on. They pause me completely, in honor of their wisdom. I suppose that is wisdom; the weight being held in a space, commanding silence.

I am Human.

I am human first, this life. I am here, typing, touching, seeing, thinking these words as they melt from this mind to canvas. I am just as you are. A mind watching and making sound. Oh the sounds we make.

Sound may be my favorite human trait. Sound may be my least favorite human trait.

A human is puppet to the artistry of being human. The sounds we make can mesmerize the heart or stop it, all at once, or slowly, over a lifetime. Cue foreboading music.

Beyond voice, comes musicality. The ups and downs of life are blended into music; something capable of portraying everything in life’s spectrum of feeling through tone and emotion. Music is one byproduct of sound. The whistles and hymms. The tone of a grandmother’s lullaby.

The sounds of nature blend in the mind into one musical hum.

All before us resides a song, listen carefully and sing along.

For now, I will leave it. For later, I will add.

Human Beings complicate me, for, I am one, and it may be the final frontier, to understand what it means truly, to be a human being.