"We'll raise our hands
Like they are children."
-from 'My Eve'
...
Adjusting ourselves to another is never easy. Inevitably, there's blending, but how to mix, minus overreaching ? A solid and substantial light emanating and resisting, returning and radiating; rebuilding at it's edge an edge that determines all future edge. Trillionic fingers unfolding, enfolding, collapsing and letting...learning and loose. Kaleidoscope meets kaleidoscope; self determination through still-self, and the other, another. There is never two. Never one.
Surrender to discover there's no surrender.
You can only gift what is yours to give.
And receive what is yours, already.
Adjusting ourselves to another precludes ease.
No dormant dominant.
No end to nothing started.
(it's easy)
...
Painting done for now. Picked up the dropcloths. Laid down the rugs. It's starting to look like home. Not my home. Or should I say, my only home. That's where the heart is, remember? (I'm a closed-circuit nomad!)
More packing, less crying. She's much better.
*
I'm feeling very cerebral, with a liberal dose of emotions that exist between emotions. States between states. Overtones of realms and harmonics of thought. That's where the good stuff grows. Originality.
My wordings getting a bit obscure. Psyche hibernating in order to dream.
Dreamtime. Ochre snake on arm. Or maybe crow. No.
Not this time. Thank you, ink-feather, all the same. Please be near.
No. Yes. Invisible totem.
Or a new animal
Altogether.
*
A guy on one of the boards said "Hey...you dropped your tin-foil hat."
If I'm a flake
I hope it's obsidian.
'night 'yall
r.
Like they are children."
-from 'My Eve'
...
Adjusting ourselves to another is never easy. Inevitably, there's blending, but how to mix, minus overreaching ? A solid and substantial light emanating and resisting, returning and radiating; rebuilding at it's edge an edge that determines all future edge. Trillionic fingers unfolding, enfolding, collapsing and letting...learning and loose. Kaleidoscope meets kaleidoscope; self determination through still-self, and the other, another. There is never two. Never one.
Surrender to discover there's no surrender.
You can only gift what is yours to give.
And receive what is yours, already.
Adjusting ourselves to another precludes ease.
No dormant dominant.
No end to nothing started.
(it's easy)
...
Painting done for now. Picked up the dropcloths. Laid down the rugs. It's starting to look like home. Not my home. Or should I say, my only home. That's where the heart is, remember? (I'm a closed-circuit nomad!)
More packing, less crying. She's much better.
*
I'm feeling very cerebral, with a liberal dose of emotions that exist between emotions. States between states. Overtones of realms and harmonics of thought. That's where the good stuff grows. Originality.
My wordings getting a bit obscure. Psyche hibernating in order to dream.
Dreamtime. Ochre snake on arm. Or maybe crow. No.
Not this time. Thank you, ink-feather, all the same. Please be near.
No. Yes. Invisible totem.
Or a new animal
Altogether.
*
A guy on one of the boards said "Hey...you dropped your tin-foil hat."
If I'm a flake
I hope it's obsidian.
'night 'yall
r.
