The Life of Gabriel

...And I love You Still I see you altering history I see you abusing the land I see you and your selective amnesia

Everything will change. The love we have for each other stays the same, but the format, the tone, the regularity and the intimacy of our friendship will change for ever. I am your profits and your prophets and delight. I've sat in the sacred blur of both embodied and imagined birth and death… In their real and imagined awe-inducing-ness. And i have yet to have a preference of the doorway in or the doorway out. they both bring grief and me to my knees in their and grace, regardless of their interpreted glory, horror or rightness. They both knock down and blaze through the door of the great mystery, brazenly impersonal in their punchings in and punchings out It is life itself that both mystifies and satisfies and shakes this soldier soul. For birth is but a welcome (in some cases) and death is but a tearful kiss goodbye (in some cases) but life….the adventure birthed of the essential seeds… Is an elevator, a circus, a held breath, a bath, a shock, a rudeness, a will-full falling asleep, a sigh, a delicate map of a crazed relief and un-lived or wildly sung rapture… (a torture, and a reward, at once) That bounces like an un-mastered ball until it settles into the cradle of awakening. If it ever does. -All Legal and Intelectual Rights as property are reserved to Gabriel Colombo. International Member of Jounalists Society.