I'm glad this was my first activity today. Your poetry visits my spiritual home, and your insights align with my thoughts of Now.
The ‘choice’ is my playground. And again, I’m working on a draft entwined with your perspectives. I sense that Now happens, but ‘I am’ firewalled from it by choice. I'm trying to spice my ‘juice’ with decisions of acceptance and honesty, keeping the firewall as thin as my quantum neural-biological interface allows.
Perhaps our choices do birth lives of their own. It is a tested and still valid theory. They are what-ifs that I can't fathom, and they have their playgrounds. We never meet lest it be Déjà vu, the phantom limb phenomenon, or mismatched accounts of storied outcomes.
I loved reading this piece this morning, Sheri.