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Celestial Memoriam DXY In  Memory of David X. Young Painter, Film Maker, Jazz Historian, Friend 1930-2001 It's all so strange the paths seem perfectly arranged before they were a painting which hung in my window for decades now they are before me up and down over and around a tree which needs no soil roots shot up from the earthly toil branches reaching out forever it seems beautiful, fragile, like wings are these leaves a breeze passes my stare so sweet is the air outside I feel it caressing my skin and then I feel it embrace within when not climbing or descending I float in fluid perfection ethereal arteries and veins inside of the leaves of the tree I feel very safe,  very sane swiftly I am carried away out of time out of body away, far away - I lived a life of knowledge now I sleep in life eternal. Part One: Beyond the chasms cloud like labyrinths there are these immense ascensions maybe they are trees like a mystical forest maybe they are mountains maybe a city with buildings very  different from the New York style skyscrapers I saw through my window everyday it seems so utterly impossible to climb now though until the energy I find and then inside of my mind I realize all obstacles are mere illusions to unwind after all the ups and downs I realize I finally can breathe deep breathe easy. It's all so strange the paths seem perfectly arranged before they were a painting which hung in my window for decades now they are before me up and down over and around a tree which needs no soil roots shot up from the earthly toil branches reaching out forever it seems beautiful, fragile, like wings are these leaves a breeze passes my stare so sweet is the air outside I feel it caressing my skin and then I feel it embrace within when not climbing or descending I float in fluid perfection ethereal arteries and veins inside of the leaves of the tree I feel very safe,  very sane swiftly I am carried away out of time out of body away, far away - I lived a life of knowledge now I sleep in life eternal Part Two: Beyond the valleys well beyond all to be hurdled beyond all of the chaos it is all right now all is calm now there is no more turmoil before me there is a desert I must walk over each grain like glass it hurts my feet but that is okay its been decades since I felt the beach beneath me I look to the sky and imagine the ocean thinking of Haiti now not of New York's commotion reflecting backwards I am quickly moving forward Tomorrow I think I may be just run free For I was told by the cards that at the end is a City And in that City is where my new studio will be     It's all so strange the paths seem perfectly arranged before they were a painting which hung in my window for decades now they are before me up and down over and around a tree which needs no soil roots shot up from the earthly toil branches reaching out forever it seems beautiful, fragile, like wings are these leaves a breeze passes my stare so sweet is the air outside I feel it caressing my skin and then I feel it embrace within when not climbing or descending I float in fluid perfection ethereal arteries and veins inside of the leaves of the tree I feel very safe,  very sane swiftly I am carried away out of time out of body away, far away - I lived a life of knowledge now I sleep in life eternal Part Three: There I will have all the pigments and the dyes and the sponges and the brushes and the canvas divine I've finally the space to arrange them and I've wanted that for such a long time All of the colors of the absolute astral spectrum I can see all that now that I beyond the scope of the rainbow It really is perfection And painting is my passion along with my profession So I will paint all that  I've seen on this journey before painting any body or typical thing Yes, I will paint all that I've seen since I left myself sleeping It's all so strange the paths seem perfectly arranged before they were a painting which hung in my window for decades now they are before me up and down over and around a tree which needs no soil roots shot up from the earthly toil branches reaching out forever it seems beautiful, fragile, like wings are these leaves a breeze passes my stare so sweet is the air outside I feel it caressing my skin and then I feel it embrace within when not climbing or descending I float in fluid perfection ethereal arteries and veins inside of the leaves of the tree I feel very safe,  very sane swiftly I am carried away out of time out of body away, far away - I lived a life of knowledge now I sleep in life eternal Part Four: I feel no pain I breathe deep breathe easy I'm walking towards the tree where I will sit and rest for a minute Tomorrow I will run free on the other side of the desert And then I will paint a new picture Different from the beach on the Cape where I see a small boy I'm a child again beginning life at the end maybe hold my hand for a moment while I take a short sleep and dream very deep pools of color merge and blend blur and lend a new view my love of life and love of you when I wake I must remember to paint now that I have my new studio with such a celestial view Think Slow Act Fast Safe Travels into the Beyond