I enjoy torment.  At times.

When it is for the sake of strong feeling.  I used to feel destroyed by love, obsessed.  Now it makes me laugh, this sharp elation when she is near.  Sometimes it is a he, doesn't matter.  Right now, she.  For several years since we met-  in a particular context, which ensures no boundary can be crossed.  I cross them ( Read more... )

heat creates a beauty
of unbearable extremes.
when my body returns to you, water,
we mock the sun together

becoming my aquatic self,
complete.
 

I don't post much.  Mostly my way of being has become more private, so beyond your textured word collage or languid speech, I haven't much to say.  I will say this.  Things are happening.  Good things.  Also, I've been in the mood to bite people.  So watch out.

I have to say, "Ink" is an amazing and compelling movie.  If you have netflix, you can watch it instantly online or rent for $2 on youtube.  I am still moved by it, the visuals and deep communication beyond words...

I enjoy the poetry of introversion.

During memorial weekend, I journeyed to the mountains. We stayed in a cabin. I often slept in the early evenings, while my friends drank and played cards.  Languid, full of sleep & dream, I would rise at midnight.  The twilight hours were mine.  The cabin had no electricity, and the only running water was the ( Read more... )

Full moon early in the morning.
I've been feeling it for some days.
.
But regardless of stars and planets,
Change is prudent.

We always change, it's just that we so often change into the same thing.
over and over.  spices and vices.
repeating same, broadly and at the cellular level.
Lather rinse repeat?

Only if you like it.

So laugh freely, wildly

We're just ( Read more... )

Notice, if you would, how each morning is different. uniquely yours.You get up, shower. cleanse yourself with warm water.
Every morning your mood is a slightly different color,
sometimes a new shade alltogether.

make your day.
it belongs to you.

How does one start the morning?
With colorful brush strokes, and this.

The mind is a tool, not a machine.  This is something I wish never to forget.
It is a compass, not an 8-ball.
"Perhaps"
"It is decidedly so"
"No"
"Yes"

Ask again later.

I came across this quote the other night, and it moved me.

In the deepest hour of the night, confess to yourself that you would die if you were forbidden to write. And look deep into your ( Read more... )

 Create.