What a party!  Whew, I am filled to the max with sublime felicidad.

Time to go..<<Ha llegado la hora de tener que partir.>>  It always is with me.  My destiny is always with me.  He whispers in my ear “It is time to go.  Bid your co-partyers ciao. 

As I take leave of living/being celebration.

Life’s son de alegria soundtrack quickens my step as I dance up the Via Vida

Towards the sun’s brilliant horizon that shines intensely engulfing the world in gold. 

I am wearing gold

I dance through the counter-current of soon-to-be Partyers, Lifers on their own journeys that appear to be Separate and Lonely.  En mi soledad aprendi que solos nunca estamos. 

In my solitude I discovered that I am Never alone.

They, like I, will learn that our source es el manantial en que todos bailamos la musica vital:  El Solar. 

The Party is never over.

I feel, without seeing, la presencia de mis contemporaries.  Some, like myself, dance a joy desenfrenada.  Our beings sing and laugh.  Others curse the Party they were unable to comprehend lamenting the loss of their mortal coils.  Still others shuffle along too blinded by the light to know where they have been and where they are going.   

Nevertheless the sun’s warmth comforts us all.

“Good night,” we wish the passing Lifers

On their way to the Party they hear us not, nor see us. 

At least not most of them.

But every once in a while a kindred Lifer-being traveling with the Sun at its back, waves and returns Life’s happy expression. 

It speaks “Good night” to us as we pass.

This is the Lifer Party Guide who shows they who are still on the way, that living is an orgasmic experience unique unto itself, always pleasing and always self-completing.  

I instantly recognized The Lifer Party Guide.  It is I.  After an eternal day of

being recharged in the Sun, I will return to the Party accompanying Party beings.

Some like myself who have learned to love the Party, others who hate it and therefore must involuntarily repeat it until they learn to love; and still others – most – who party without thinking about it.  Their joy is fleeting and depleting, and they always depart the Party ill and exhausted.  They have not learned to appreciate the Sun.

As I draw nearer to the Sun, I am slowly transformed into the oro brilliante or shining eternal promise that Night recognizes is inextinguishable and surrenders to the light.

No hay tristeza.  ¡Felicidades!  Our birthday arrives with the rising sun of dawn.  Llega con el amanacer de la madrugada.

No hay tristeza.  There is the Light which illuminates the ignorance that is the occult: The refusal to acknowledge the source.  It blinds the eye of its soul and so willfully it wanders unseeing,  seeking to seduce with luces falsas the naive.

For them, Night shall return.

Night shall return until at last they learn that the Solar is forever. The night parties shall be over.  The Sun Party that has always been is forever.

<<¡Buenas Noches!>>

“Good night!  Di Ba, Di Ve Do.  Good night!”

NOTES TO “GOOD NIGHT”

Estatic, satiated partyer(being) bids all other partyers farewell and walks into the sun singing.  “Good Night”