It is time to Begin.
It is really Time.
The night is mysterious and dark.
The hard rain lashes persistently and loudly.
A tumult of ocean waves.
Leafy fountains.
A majestic rhapsody of a stormy wind.
The Universe, a crescendo bursting through my window.
Yes, it is Time to Begin.
What could be a better moment
for boiling my magic solution?!
All the ingredients are ready,
ready for me to put in the cauldron:
the dry frogs of disappointments,
spider webs of doubts,
a sweet syrup of success,
acid vinegar of confusion,
dust from all read books and papers,
pieces of memory,
garnishes of poetry and music,
segments of conversations,
a bag, heavy with thoughts,
yellow rose petals of dreams,
the cold ice of reason and logic,
a spicy flavor of love,
salt of my tears, loneliness, and melancholy,
several spoons of happiness,
a powder of wonder and desires,
handfuls of soil from not traveled grounds,
and also,
a little of everything:
surprises of unexpected meetings,
the eye expression of a homeless old woman,
a smile of my child,
lunar light,
crying rains,
and many, many other useful things
I shall boil this eclectic mixture
for hours and hours,

until ...

Until the something hopefully crystallizes from the wave circlets in my magic solution, which at the same time could be the spirals of a hermeneutic search for meaning, which at the same time could be the spirals of spinning galaxies, which at the same time could be infinite quantum leaps, which at the same time could be circular holographic patterns.

In my essay I explore these magic circlets, which are not spreading out from any particular source of disturbance as normal circular waves do. To the contrary, they are funneling down toward the alchemist's philosopher's stone; which at the same time could be the nucleus of an atom; which at the same time could be the very heart of the galaxy; which at the same time could be my own pulsing heart; which at the same time could be the omega point of meaning; which at the same time could be a new order of complexity, which at the same time could be a newborn re-enchanted world.

So, it is Time.
Fearing the worst, yet hoping for the best,
balancing the past into the future
astride the subtle rope of the edge of chaos,
knowing that the dark night conceals the inevitability of the new day,
opening the door onto unknown horizons,
I Begin.