August 07, 2024 – A

Living intutionally puts us in the center
of the way that is the way,
and relieves us of the burden
of having to know what we are doing.

I have never known what I was doing.
And I am five months away from stepping into
my eighty-first year.

It feels as though I have been guided along
through the entire maize of choices
and possibilities. 

I read the signs and opt for the choice
that seems most obvious, given the alternatives.
I wouldn't take this system to Las Vegas
because I have nothing to do with places like Las Vegas,
beyond flying into and out of
on trips to Death Valley and Arches and Canyonlands,
back in the days of seeking out scenes to photograph.

It also takes emptiness, stillness and silence 
to sense the intuitive route,
and there is nothing quiet about Las Vegas.

There is nothing quiet about our life style,
and it has been getting louder, more chaotic
and ridiculous by each high tech spin machine.

Which is to say that we have to be intentionally
intuitive,
sitting still, 
being quiet,
waiting for the guiding realizations
emerging from considered reflections
regarding what's what and what is called for
in response to it.

It has been the path of the species
from then to now,
and is the route to the rest of the way
for those who learn how to use it.