Scottish friends on Isle of Mull at my Feb. 18th 2007 birthday/going away ceilidh

Associations

3/1/09

There is no getting away from it

always bumping or rubbing up against

whether mentally with river of thoughts,

past memories coloring today's perceptions

and those informing a possible future

or our constant physical proximity,

the ever changing environment crowding in

influencing our senses to open or close

to what we see, hear, smell, taste, feel

even as the unnoticed enters the subconscious

all of it spilling into this 'life experience',

animals, plants, people we come to know

as family, friends, acquaintances and such

each carrying unique overall vibration

plus specific nuance that effects us

with positive or negative emotions

depending on some ethereal chemistry

perhaps activated by tone, speech, touch,

whether they remind us with visual links

of some intangible combination we like,

dislike, can tolerate, or really love,

often times filling a personal vacancy

supplying us with affection we lack,

are unable to give ourself somehow,

becoming a reflection for what's needed

sparking associations to the truth we've missed.