spending my time

by walterdoege

don’t waste time…don’t waste your time…we can spend the time joyously…my daily trial…someday I  was talking in a lively conversation…such a gift!…and I said: ‘one day. one life’. Since this meeting and conversation…that phrase resounds loudly…everytime and everywhere I stay…or sit down for a while…or stop to take some rest…some meditative trials…I can sense the beginning…I can sense the ending…some endless ending…in living, just living the life…as I feel regarding imagination…or some improvised notes on my old acoustic harmonic chromatic…some blows…as if gonna sweap all my woes and sadness and blue away…taking all these one…and turning into some blues song…some good thing…is if i get a bad and sad thing, and turn it into a good thing…some overcoming effort…labor…work…my daily trial  to don’t waste my time…the time is not mine…you know…buthow can I seize my life?…its different from ‘seize the day’…I, somehow, seize my life, and as does occur with imagination, music, improvised writing, improvised welcome, improvised embrace, improvised reading to a child…like a child I release my fear and other sad passions…and do my ever choice: I do practice writing…I do practice joy…don’t waste your time…think a little bit…feel much love…rock on the loving road…love within us…untouchable…as the time in a clock.