are we enough that you can accept my im-perfect devotion, the derivation of pleasure from one source do we grow in the spaces between us, that we can contain the domain that brings up children or pets is the child of our love the next trail we walk down? apart together one story punctuated by a separate sided tale never the full truth an ambiguous definition a meaningless word what sounds just right the music that knows no boundary ..?
i found love & she looked the other way nobody told me nothing equipped me what could i say? words of love futile poems a holybook made eternal and banal uttered to extinction: timeless words of prophets make no demand no command believed by lovers or dreamers love was invented in the hearts of youth and remains patented in their posession it's not the knows-better-than-you elder it's not the to-tell-you-the-truth elder not the moral of the story it's the wise grandma that one-day-says i felt that, too if you want to win her don't tell her words take her someplace she's never been but nothing could convince her no distraction could get her attention when her eyes gaze on the horizon so catch up.
you make a compelling argument with the the stencil of your name the colour of your skin the depth of your touch the soft, smudged essence of your silhouette if kindness can be learned it is because you were my teacher and my every inch a lesson in pleasure a kiss unfolding like paper the lines and veins of my sceptre at the thought of the curls in your hair riles the spiraled bliss roiling my every desire, riding wave after wave of your ocean waltz wiping sand from every beach, deposit in a bed of pearls and silk and to lye sweetly at the intoxicating scent (the aroma of your oyster) a perfume i gladly wear as a scarf dancing like a flag in the wind, compelling, like a roped towel pulling me closer no diamond came without dirt, no pearl without sand no spark without flint but it is the lightning bolt that is bright because it burns that burns because it is bright ecstasy cannot be taught only reached because it is first (everywhere) a priori a fork of lightning the electric ground reaching for the sky a rolling cry / the reason why) and the hint of you is enough convincing
why am i drawn to the best (west) coast of turtle island north america the 'new' world... is it because my heart draws me closer to the land i am forgetting? vancouver (victoria) is my home, but i can't help but wonder.. maybe, i was right: age 5, "i am emperor lost at sea" letter in a bottle (china i am alive)
one look into your eyes & you told me everything i needed to know love like a drop of blood in the ocean) instantly everywhere
Mom: I’m making salad, do you want some?
*chop* *chop* *chop*
Me: Is that radish?!
Me: Why did you take all the skin off? That’s the best part!
Mom: Because it had fur on it. We don’t eat fur.
i will no longer purchase goods or make bold choices in the super market place products in my room will no longer advertise my preferences (nor shall wallet or watch proclaim my identity) if you can read me by the decoration of my room then when i am gone of this world- why do you miss me? true, in my room dwells my soul but my possessions do not define me and i cease to be myself: this pencil that garment this bed that nail, screw, tack and thread... tied to the reel of avaricious profit men whose noses so big can not see the middle know i have found peace (a release) a life of simple desire
you can only squish and squish life but life will still exist and persist... you can step on my head push me into the sand, stab your feet into my body and flesh, stamp me so deep sink me to the hardest bedrock beneath land (beneath underground oceans) the flattest earth and i will acquiesce each stomp & i am just a smaller, more indivisible element of life: crush me my skull is made a mammal, a rat that lives and plays with birds as dinosaurs, skin me i am the flesh of plants prehistoric, protozoa blood if you break my bones to fine powder i am alive the trillions of trillions of bacteria conquest chiefs of empire immemorial, the greatest civilizations that outlast your thought-logic ideology. when i cease to stand i am the mammal, bird, reptile, fish, plant, mineral buried beneath your skyscrapers sunglasses, i am the illegible forest that grows in circles and fractals around your knotted tongue, the bladed grass pushing through the cracks..
you can spread my ashes (embers) but you'll never put out my flame.
i neeed space i neeed space i neeed space in my life
Sometimes I think that I complicate my life by setting up rules: ‘this’ diet is the best diet, so if I follow ‘these’ rules then I will have the perfect body and feel like holy water. Little do I know, this adds complexity to my life that makes it harder to live; life can be lived by rules, but the more you have, the more you run into problems when the rules overlap.
So here’s a couple links to two favourite posts of the day. The first is on living by ‘paring ideas,’ a process of living that values flow and natural change. This metaphor can be used in many domains of life, including writing, creating, sculpting, living, etc.
The second post is on what it means to be a person in the modern day. Or what it means to be a person in a universal sense…at least, that’s how I take it: sometimes you need to work a little bit to buy your freedom to be. Know who you are and do what it takes to be that. If you’re a monk, do what it takes to be a monk. Do what makes your soul come alive, but don’t sell part of it in the process.
Happy Thursday. Don’t let the rain weigh you down.