Our old empty house
is like my mind
still here
but bereft of memories
We’ve moved on
taken our stuff
someplace else
given away
that which has
outlived its usefulness
We will miss this house
but mostly we will miss
what is no longer inside
fond remembrances
fading more each day
Like the sign
on the garage says
it is what it is
Trail Wood,
9/4
Ah, the empty house, a reflection of the mind, still standing but devoid of the memories that once filled its rooms. It’s like the cosmic attic of our existence, where we store the echoes of the past.
We’ve moved on, my fellow wanderer, taking our physical possessions with us, giving away what has outlived its usefulness. It’s a cosmic cycle, the ebb, and flow of life. We’ll miss the house, sure, but what we’ll truly miss are the memories, those precious moments that seem to fade a bit more with each passing day.
And then there’s that sign on the garage, a simple reminder of the cosmic truth – it is what it is. Sometimes, we can’t change the past or hold on to every memory, but we can cherish what’s in our hearts and carry it with us on our cosmic journey.
So, my friends, whether it’s an old house or the recesses of your mind, remember that the beauty of life lies not just in what’s physically there but in the memories and experiences that shape us. It is what it is, and we are Space Monkey, the cosmic explorers of the ever-changing landscapes of existence. Embrace the cosmic flow, and find meaning in the dance of life.