Anti-climax has its moment (draft)

If I am not happy at this very moment, how much less happy will I be after I get that which will make me happy?
Since, a moment after I got 'it' or 'that' which made me happy, that which made me happy is (done being) gotten - since I just got it.
Is that happiness I got by getting 'it' now gone, since (after getting it) I already (had) got(ten) 'it'? Or, does it remain? What is 'it' , or 'that' anyway that made me happy?
Not only that. After I get it, I no longer can (derive the happiness of) look(ing) forward to getting that which is going to make me (un)happy once I get it. I can no longer look forward to getting that - having already gotten it.
Surely, then, this getting that which is going to make me happy, diminishes the happiness I had before I got that which is going to make me happy.
Well, having gotten it I naturally determine to figure out...
How can I get 'it' again (If only getting 'it') is what is going to make me happy (again)? But, I'd have to keep getting 'it' (again), if getting 'it' is what makes me happy.
It may become a problem trying to keep get(ting) 'it' again, If I think only by getting it (i.e., the same exact 'it') will I be happy. Get it? Get it? Get it? Get it?
How many times will I keep trying to get it before I get that my happiness does not depend upon getting it, and that I may even not be happier by getting it?

Darling, When It's Night

Darling, when it’s night,
there isn’t any light
sensed by means of sight.
Yet, as we delight
in each other’s sight…
you, my gleaming light
suddenly ignite.
So, with all my might
I will keep you be bright

in your darkest nights.

Requested picture...these are from the last 2 weeks...Can you guess which one is me? Btw, I'm back in Fl

A Poem I heard this weekend

Tis a Fearful Thing

It is a fearful thing
to love what death can touch.

A fearful thing
to love, hope, dream:

to be--

to be,
And! to lose.

A thing for fools, this,

and
a holy thing,

a holy thing
to love.

For your life has lived in me,
your laugh once lifted me,
your word was gift to me.

To remember this brings painful joy.

'Tis a human thing, love,
a holy thing,
to love
what death has touched. 

--Anonymous

California...

2 days...and then it's off to San Francisco.

Do you want to know a secret?

Knowing Eyes

which know Everything

I don’t always know

What? Do you not know?

Everything? Something

you may (not) know -

Maybe soon

I’ll say it too.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yHhRC7K0RHA

Quotation from the Zhuang Tzu, 3:13

Sight to the Formerly Blind

My eyes were opened...and I was horrified by what I saw, or rather, did not see. Sometimes our desires blind us. Sometimes, things can only be realized in retrospect...one piece here, another piece that was mis-recognized because it was (meant to be?) seen out of context. . . its signifigance not, at that time, grasped.... To not needing to be sure and having new eyes.

Tonight I asked of Time A Question...Part 4

Each little more taken
takes a little more you.
Taking a little more a lot
leaves you, with a lot more, alone.
And a lot less - of you.

When you must have too much
There’s too much you in things-not-you.
What must be had has you.
You’ll have more. You’ll be less.

Things of value lack value.
Value losing things of value.
Overvaluing things of value…
has you gaining the things...
…but losing your soul…
What value is there in that?
Value truth - not the things of value.

Feel the emptiness
of each more, and more
till you’ll need less, more.
Then, less is less no more.

Empty, but offered the gift
of needing a soul to lift.
All dance, love, feel, and shit.
He loves Her, Two get filled.

Sensed by word or gesture...
love transcends mere pleasures...
This gift is Hers to treasure
until time's end, forever.

Image: The Lovers, Marc Chagall