Thinking about what I want, what things I wish to achieve in this New Year coming up, I must, as always, take a twist.  First, time is an illusion; there are really no new years—it is just an overlay that humanity has installed, placed over life, a recurring blissful dance between eternity and the corner store, between what is and what can be, and a comingling somewhere in the middle.

            But, to abort theory and contemplation on these things, I would say that my goal for the New Year is to enjoy it all, to be happy, to be filled with song not sorry, to live above the waterlines, to emulate and contemplate and arrive at the simple conclusion of Walt Whitman: “Peace is always beautiful.”

            So this coming new year,  real or not, juxtaposed next to an infinite knowing, I resolve to put myself in more peaceful states, more beautiful settings, more splurging sunrises, more silent mountaintops, more genuflecting admirations and grateful truisms that stir my soul, that enhance the enchantment, that confounds the bewilderment.

            So, this new year, I vow to create more magic, to realize more, to stay steeped in wisdom and stay away from the far outer reaches of protocol and rules that are, like Time, like stoplights, like the million laws hampering the United States of Americans and most all cultures, made up, human in creation.

            The only universal law we all need to abide by is love, and living full bore with passion and excitement and take that pure and undiluted energy outward, to resolve strife, to inspire those who have somehow lost their ways, their smiles, their reasons to stay in poetry, with muses and wonderment and awe of  life, their lives that are lived with or without them in enlightenment, in phosphorescent days, where things shimmer, and glow and shine and leave a pathway to perfection—this absolute perfection of living each moment in inner truth, inner harmony, with a commitment to an eternal wheel, a notion, a love for all and everything before and after, now and then, to and fro:  For it is all your reflection on the inside that signifies what is happening on the outside.

            Be that inward goal of beauty, of peace, and you will bring this holiday cheer with you, to all ends of this unfathomable and inexplicable world of serendipitous and “perfect” wonder.

And all you and me and them and theirs need to do is admire and contemplate and share this love that leaks into every moment, into everything we do.

Hallelujah.