Conversations through closed doors
broken connection.
avoidance, frustration
Light shines through the cracks in the frame
fragmented hope, blinking out of existence
Unlocked. Unopened. Unbidden. Muffled through wooden panels,
Raised voices carry what civility couldn't.

Reality is subjective, but if we're in this boat together it's important to realize the perils of the situation. To not do so is to deny ourselves a reasonable chance of survival. It's one thing to see troubled water and decide not to act knowing full well the dangers. It is something else all together to deny the troubles that are right in front ( Read more... )

In the past, Zen masters were known to cut off a students finger if would get the point across. The point was that grasping at life is futile, as on a long enough time line no matter how stringently you cling you will ultimately lose it. I've been assaulted, knocked unconscious, been in several car accidents, been unemployed, homeless, carless, ( Read more... )

Change is a shaping force. It's the high water mark of progress, and rushing tide that smooths the jagged shoreline stones. Submerged beneath the tides of change, a body might suspect the end is upon them. They may be right. My sentiment is not that we should move out of the path of the water, but that we should trust in the water to shuffle us on ( Read more... )

Love is a sentiment
I've lost touch with.
Romance is a beggars banquet,
and I feel my heart would sooner starve
than beat for scraps.

I'm being dramatic of course. The truth is both less sentimental and less interesting. My life is too full of other things for me to allow myself the emotional availability or perhaps vulnerability to engage in ( Read more... )

5 or 6 years ago I had an extensive network of friends who I considered family. I'm 29 today. My phone's been going nuts since midnight, and while only about half of the people who have reached out realized that today was/is my birthday, it's still a resounding reminder of how many wonderful people I have in my life ( Read more... )

Months have elapsed and the angst seems to be in remission. Perhaps a waning tide, to swell and consume my shores once more, but who has time for that ( Read more... )

in her tomb by the sounding sea.

Sunrise.

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