On a Roof in Morocco

6/16/23

You ever sit on a rooftop in Morocco watching the sun set with the sounds of Se telefonando by Mina pounding in your ears (I recommend listening while you read)? Seagulls fly overhead watching the sun sliver away beyond the bed of clouds that covers the ocean’s horizon.

Here, I realize, and I see, and I am reminded of what life is about. It’s about the romance, the magic, the deliciousness of this moment, the eternal depth of being accessible in every breath, every song, every single second. Here is the magic of a life lived on the edge; where the flight of fright meets the flight of freedom and each wingbeat erupts with raucous joy. Here is the heartbeating frequency of love. I fall for the wild woman of witnessing existence.

A boy on a neighboring rooftop walks past blankets drying in the wind. He has headphones on, talking, sparking amusment in his eyes. We meet gazes, notice. The brilliance of the little things; a hundred birds winging through the sunset skies, the leaves which grow and the flowers which bloom. There is a mysterious here-ness that many wait their whole lives to find.

The secret is, it’s right in front of you. You just have to see it; pick it like a plum from the grand tree of life. Pick it like a strawberry, and suck the juices down. Let them drip and make you sticky. What is life for if not tasting the sweetness, if not for becoming indulgent with strawberry sugar bliss? There is freedom in letting yourself be free. There is fondness in loving what is.

6/15/23 - Tamraght, Morocco

Magic is the mystery
Of the eyes
Unveiled for your heart
To see.

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