mephausto

it is strange, emerging from echoes into new invocations of the spirit, of dreams, of hoping that maybe what lay under the uncovered stone is something good, at last. questions of karma come to mind as appirations appear, but i try not to think about it too much, try not to put too much into it as zen waves have a way of taking it all away before you think what was coming became fully realized. the danger of the potential for peaceful contentedness is not the potential for loss but the potential for unfulfilled potential. again, it does me well to not think about it but to trust in actions and let situations emerge from the brownian motion we think of as social interaction. until then, my mind is appeased with the whispers of sleep drifting over the phone line and the re-emergence of a dream-like wonder to the world, an event completely unrelated to any actions or person but simply the possibilities inherent in life being lived. i try not to think about it all, as it can be too much hope at times and not enough reality, but one can't help but drift off into dreams when tired.

some nights, the rain inside keeps on even as the streetlights turn off and sadness envelops in the return to a womb. other nights, the moon comes out and light and water surround me like old magic. still the rain continues, even then, even then.