It Is Happening

There could be no people to be called artists where all people were living art fully.

Is it too soon? Too late?

What if every moment of every day of one's life were a brilliance? No performers, people living brilliantly?

Is it too soon? Too late?

What if all the world were a stage where nobody was a player because everybody was a player? If everybody were fully engaged by his own life who would be purchasing tickets to sit passively only to serve as the audience?

What if the script has been written on your foreheads? What if the scenery of the perfect setting for a play of a lifetime were present before your five senses complete and music plays all around you and you are, all of you, stars?

photo by Jon Wharton

Who would come to a show in a world filled with brilliance? Who is it would care? I was loading wash into a machine at the laundromat when I noticed a small grey haired woman folding clothes in a tall pile that grew to a point of tipping and her nonchalant response when the laundry tower she carefully built tumbled down. She dutifully picked it all back up and built two new piles. While my laundry was washing I listened to a woman in the room play a guitar who told me she would teach me for free. She said her music is her joy and she did not want it burdened with issues concerning money. We heard the sound that is made when a large drink spills on a floor and turned to see the older lady hobbling ever so quickly with paper towels to clean up her mess. Drawn automatically to be a part of the drama, and seeing the very tiny woman had four enormous baskets of wash, I scrambled to carry a load to her car. This happened somewhere on Earth yesterday so it is not too soon nor is it too late. It is happening as you sit and read. Get with it!