Mi Musa y Mi Corazón

I once dug a shallow grave for myself because I was bored and had a shovel. 

“¿Cómo estás haciendo amigo de mi imaginación?”

“Et tu Snuffaluffagus?” I confidently replied.

In this very same moment, in my mind's eye, I saw myself simultaneously serving as both the pallbearer at my own funeral as well as the eloquent and elegant clergy conducting the ceremony.

Bammm! 
I kicked spiritual wisdom like a surfer on the Santa Cruz boardwalk with a brand new hackey sack. Consolation with the left foot, "So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed for I am your God," Isaiah 41: 10.

Gnarly dude, that's how I roll. Puff puff pass.

Semi-flip, left hand down as I poetically gain my balance. Right foot extended, connect. "The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit," Psalms 34:18.

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There's nothing wrong with dying — a noble death is on my bucket list. Last item to be honest.

I always preferred black high tops — if I had to wear shoes that is.

I would have to take them off, however, if I aspired to come close to an accurate count 

of the many reasons that death and I were not ready to engage 

in that final passionate loving embrace. 

The fear of death has never been among the many reasons that life and I remain lovers.

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So back to Einstein. 

Not the lightly toasted sesame seed variety with the cream cheese schmear, but the scholar. 

While he danced among the living he allegedly once said, "Imagination is more important that knowledge."

Imagine this — if you will.

Imagine this — if you can.

As you rise to the morning sun in that period of daily bliss before your princess dawn awakens... as you settle into the familiar aroma of a classic blend of Sumatran Mandheling or Guatamalan Antigua... what is the story captured beneath your yawn? What do your sleepy eyes reveal?

Tu eres mi jefe, tu eres mi musa! 

You alone stand proud, uniquely Arabica in a world of Robustan mediocrity. 

You are my special blend and my very special friend. My Ethiopian Yirgacheffe.

For that reason alone, I will awake. Today, tomorrow, and forevermore. 

I will rise to embrace genesis.

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And when the inscriptions are written with faux personalization to the masses that pretend they somehow knew of my imagination... that they somehow knew of me...

Only you will know. 

And you will have no one to tell. 

Be sure to tell them, just the same.