A Question.

x WHAT SAVES YOU? I found this question
floating above me this morning. I paused,
and asked a cliche', "are you talking to me"?
x
When I've fallen down the well, and no one
heeds my call, what saves me, rewards me,
is nature itself. I remind myself that I'm
allowed to be here on earth. I start climbing,
and wrap myself in fanciful notions. I let
myself be kissed by the Sun and the Moon.
I become softer, an accessible soul.
x
So what if it's my imagination, I thank whatever
placed this fantasy of life within my heart. I seek
and want to receive great beauty. It's always
there : Hello, Monet, hello, Manet, hello Mozart.
Ah, the three "M's". I know that Cezanne's the
father of them all. Greetings to him, how lucky
can I be? Please save me, Vermeer, and Rembrandt
too. A shelf of books are tumbling down..at my
feet, Hardy, Eco, Zola...Billy Collins, yes.
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And unreeling, films, if remade, would star little me.
x
I used to move very aggressively within my tender
feelings. Now I move more slowly, like a fish
swimming backwards. That saves me, but
mostly lets me have mercy for others placed on
my path.
x
I seek further studies. I look for what points me
to an entry to heaven. I like to think that if I
bless someone, they receive it, and return it.
x
What saves you? I'd love to know. It could be
something as simple as strawberries. Why not?