Dissolution

From moment
to moment,
I cannot
remember a thing
that has happened
to me
over the course
of six decades;
can't paint
what I see,
can't draw
what is right
in front
of me,
and all I sense
is what is
right there,
taking
and talking
and being
nakedly handed
to me
by the sensuous being
of the unbridled
inner-eye
of the all seeing;
the way
that I feel
without the abstractions
of expectations
and rituals,
and all I know,
is that
in this moment
I am alive
and have
to play
my harmonica
the way it is.

runningturtle87