The face of tomorrow

The face of tomorrow is shining and laughing. It is washed fresh.

It has all the laugh lines, the love cracks. It has the deep purple moons under the eyes, from all the sleepless nights, the crying eyes. But somehow the moons make it even more beautiful. They are beams of life, shooting out, mellowing, illuminating. Everything is illuminated in this face of tomorrow. Everything is forgiven. It is fresh now. In it, I believe all things are possible. All things are new.

I am old enough to learn that it has always been this way. Now is tomorrow. Yesterday is now. It is all the same. But my soul has had time to grow. I can now appreciate tomorrow as today. Tomorrow looks like living my life exactly the way I want to. Not how other people say I should.

My face has been washed in tears, and bathed in smile-light.

And now it recognizes that both (tears and smiles) are equally valuable. The face of tomorrow (now) is awash with pleasure. It is flushed with desire. It is like a scream, a belly laugh, a low murmur, a sigh. It is every expression: each one accepted and loved at the communal table. All hallowed, all holy. The face of tomorrow is about integration: joys and shadows. I am ready to integrate every piece now. The face of tomorrow is always grooving.

When the channel is open, groove.

Even though sad and happy feed from the same source, sometimes it's easier to groove on the happy. But the face of tomorrow knows that it's possible to groove on the sad, too. Whole life. It is an italian wood-fired pizza with all the toppings - every single one. It is ebullient. It is less subtle, less skeptical than before. No room for game playing. Only for the real deal of living. Just living life, and knowing that this is the only, the great adventure.

Every single moment of this adventure is sacred.

The face of tomorrow is free. It has befriended fear. Not fearless, no. But ever present. Yes, fear is there in the ring. But it's not a shit hole, it is a deep, underground cave - glittering with diamonds. The face of tomorrow is self-sufficient. It is love, in this human form, personified.

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