" Ad cunniculus exitus initium longus via "
Semi-retired warlord. RUNNER'S HIGH It's kind of sad in a way but truly glorious When you finally make it after so long. But I suppose if it happened any sooner you couldn't stand the sheer joy of it For a whole lifetime. The bursting forth of heart and rush of tears so sweet That comes streaming out with the screaming out with an 18 year old's rebel yell From imprisonment in a 60 year old hulk of humanity jogging!, are you laughing? Down the road. It must be the endorphins man, Right? You just ain't heard no music, no real music as it was meant to be heard Until youv'e heard it in stereo, with your lungs full, Mind soaring,soul loving,eyes tearing, moving in time and in stream Sensing all creation, down the road. Reaching that point in the full Karmic circle of self recognition. The realization that its all done, for better or worse. It don't make no never mind no more! you are what you are no matter what, No matter how you got there. Thats it man, and it's great! And the music plays,sweet melody, syncopated guitar solos, The tap tap doop doop of Larry Carleton's harmonic runs, The simple testimony to man's perfect art in the new age, cool country, jazz reggae sounds Of "Strength in Numbers" bass viol and banjos, And the old guy, you'd wet your pants to see it. He does a double dipsey doodle, one step back two forward,in time to the music, Laughs in his own private world, and goes on laughing to himself In his new found secret joy, down the road. r. hurley 1991