If it's all in the air

This is the place I will always return to. 

I love you. Thank you.

Where does it go from here?

Oh, how many times did I play this on the Y-Not II jukebox? When I discovered it? I wish I could remember that first time I saw it spin past, and what number it was? The juke at the Y-Not looked like...? Was it the rounded dome or the broad table style box? There were stick-up buttons, the kind that satisfy when pushed because they're going in about half an inch. 

What was I even doing there? Because it's what I did, what you did when you were 24, 25 years old and still exploring the contours of freedom since you were a teenager only less than a decade before? A lot of young adults accomplish a lot in those years. I remember aching with the understanding that I wasn't doing that--that accomplishing (something). Not raising hell, either. In the middle, having fun. 

If what exists from that time is not a credit to my name but a memory of a feeling stitched across time by music, I'm okay with that. You were doing something all along. Pushing buttons that still satisfy.

But no matter where the days have left you

You know what the street cafe is. Well, I do, anyway, and that's what matters. 

 

And what have you done?

Just give me some truth

...now

When there's less of it to waste

You know might be getting irretrievably nestled into middle age when you hear this song and suddenly and poignantly and really get the lyrics to the point that you are also crying.

You are also hormonal and middle aged.

And grateful.

Was magic in the air?

"Make your own dream.

That's the Beatles' story, isn't it? That's Yoko's story, that's what I'm saying now. Produce your own dream. If you want to save Peru, go save Peru. It's quite possible to do anything, but not to put it on the leaders and the parking meters. Don't expect Jimmy Carter or Ronald Reagan or John Lennon or Yoko Ono or Bob Dylan or Jesus Christ to come and do it for you. You have to do it yourself.

That's what the great masters and mistresses have been saying ever since time began. They can point the way, leave signposts and little instructions in various books that are now called holy and worshipped for the cover of the book and not for what it says, but the instructions are all there for all to see, have always been and always will be.

There's nothing new under the sun. All the roads lead to Rome. And people cannot provide it for you. I can't wake you up. You can wake you up. I can't cure you. You can cure you."

John Lennon, 1980

Pushing the barriers.

And the people have the power to redeem the work of fools

Overlooking none, hopin´ life gets better for the world

And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it

So goodbye, but please don't take my heart

You are twenty, and a romantic.

Then you hear this song.

Give me hope.

Why won't Jimmy pledge allegiance?

Freedom
Love
Joy
Peace

Let's get some.

The beautiful ones U always seem 2 lose

I'm so glad that I found someone to believe in again

Happy birthday. We need you, always.

Take a straight and stronger course to the corner of your life.

Happy New Yes.



Send an instant karma to me.

Give me light.

Peace on Earth today and every day.

Let's hope it's a good one.

You gotta let it, gotta let it grow

"Make your own dream.

That's the Beatles' story, isn't it? That's Yoko's story, that's what I'm saying now. Produce your own dream. If you want to save Peru, go save Peru. It's quite possible to do anything, but not to put it on the leaders and the parking meters. Don't expect Jimmy Carter or Ronald Reagan or John Lennon or Yoko Ono or Bob Dylan or Jesus Christ to come and do it for you. You have to do it yourself.

That's what the great masters and mistresses have been saying ever since time began. They can point the way, leave signposts and little instructions in various books that are now called holy and worshipped for the cover of the book and not for what it says, but the instructions are all there for all to see, have always been and always will be.

There's nothing new under the sun. All the roads lead to Rome. And people cannot provide it for you. I can't wake you up. You can wake you up. I can't cure you. You can cure you."

John Lennon, 1980