Thin line

“the sun may rise in the east, but at least it’s settled in a final location.”- RHCP

yet, when direction is not a factor of consideration, one can always find that split second where the setting sun and the rising sun look exactly the same… the point where this globular mass of energy peers forth just above the water wherein the dawn is identical to the evening sky.

There is a thin line between coming and leaving.. giving and taking…fear and courage.. loving and hating. Sometimes they are intertwined like colliding lovers loving so much that the emotion turns into unbearable pain when the thought of you leaving poses another thin line between life and death. Would it be better to play it safe? But where else can we find such intense beauty if not in the miracle of the rising and setting sun? If not in this warmth that radiates love? If not in these fleeting moments we call happiness?

Venice, CA. March 2008