Flashes of insight in the sunset,
wish I could remember what they were.
Trying to hold them slipping through fingers like water.
We are everything. Everything is us.
Swirls, eddys, of energy that come together and dissipate.
A simple life. That’s all I want.
I watch the sun as it goes up
I watch it as it sets
Yea, this is as good as it gets
Colin Hay, Beautiful World
Journal entry 03.29.14