Life of know life

One n’ either

At 76 years of age some days I might wonder what the world wold be if me and my camera had chosen to be the guardian of the Gate of the Past, that gate which always shines with glory . . .

Would .I have rejected the Bodhisattva He Who Observes the Sounds of the World

What sounds would I have missed hearing ?

Maybe the sound of people being friends. or just the sound of my own name.

Alameda Creek

Walking along Alameda Creek gives me a chance to be someone else than myself . . .

That self full of 76 years of life, even so I can still pretend I was not me. . . .

If only I had done that or had not done this. . .

Could I have been a different?

Would I have been a different person or the same person? Is my essence greater than my experience or would my experience have changed my essence?

Or does no matter what your life was . . .

The same person would have come through it all being me..

Everyday, or most every day, I walk along theAlameda Creek levee

Somehow the same places look different . . .

and the different places look the same.

Only to find that its me that has changed, and is changing, into my self.

EndPapers

A moment in a small midwest town . . .

and a moment in a big city.

A family I remember from, over 50 years ago. They were my friends then, I hope their life was good., His father had been a preacher rural Missouri, he played a little piano and sometimes we would sing some of those old gospel songs.

My own mother,, at the time of this photo I was not sure if she knew who I was, maybe at the moment of the photo she did so today I can have the memory she did know who I was

That is one nice quality about words, you can make them mean whatever you want whenever you want—“
I mean, know words are still the same.

Some daze its easier, well maybe more fun anyway, to think of it all —my life— as just a bunch of designs dancing randomly through my memories. As I get older it seems easier to sort & shuffle these memories around, recall them in a different order, imagine I actually did them n that new order, where I knew things and then unlearned them rather than learning from making mistakes but maybe I would have just lost the things I wanted instead of only getting some of those things I wanted and not getting others,

What my camera feels like sandwiched between reality and my illusions.

Gate Gate paragate, parasamgate Bodhi Svaha

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