The towering artifice of aloneness.

What you aren’t. (Happy?Fulfilled?) What does it shine as? ✨pictures + feelings? 🖤 Rumbling story? How long does it do so? A frustrating game of pin the tail on the donkey. Poor donkey. ✨Word now shines as a luminous force of creation- a playground blossoms between us. ✨ The donkey was tied up- I didn’tContinue reading “The towering artifice of aloneness.”

Behold:Beheld

Be Whole From one perspective, these are both flowers- same:same.  That’s where they meet.   Yet  their differences spark delight and  lend wholeness to the picture. In the unitary space of flowerhood lies an infinite potential for variation.  It is the face of  the others that gives our transient luminosity form. behold:beheld

There is no line in the sand.

I’ve been looking at things.
how they go together.
how they fall apart.

communication as information exchange
violence
the experience of peace
of space
of freedom

arguments can end at the place of, “well, where is the line in the sand?”
someone pointing out that there is no line.
and out the baby goes with the bathwater and down the drain into the void.

we influence the line in the sand.
we magic it into being.
together as peace =
together listens.
holds.
and births the new line.
together.
.
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Static Cling

STATIC CLING keeps pulling words and streams of something felt but not seen out of me so like an iron filing my whole being is tuned to the great mystery of attraction sparks fly between the poles of you and i die i die . . .

US

US   only do i suffer when i suffer the thought of not enough   so wordless and still becomes i for hello’s and goodbye’s   as two silences become one  or being one become two-  full of enough of these precious winking slices of time   seeds there planted so that when i sit aloneContinue reading “US”

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