Posts tagged life
shapes & lines
jigsaw
It makes sense
without
the senses
leading you.
Losing to you
Led to surrendering
to Truth.
There are all kinds,
of puzzles,
broken.to.bits.
Perfectly, scattered.
collecting the remains:
sifting unreal
out of the Real.
super-moon
Love isn’t and is.
its shapes and contours fill us
all in
the way it needs to
open us
so that more life
can flow through.
to know
6:19 pm.
april 20, 2012.
that time is
your friend.
and that
things
that change
need to change.
why must we
fill every empty
feeling?
l(oo)king for pleasure l(oo)king for escape
taking it
in.
the abundance of
1.simple.breathe.
2.consecutive.<3beats.
4. songs I can sing with open keys
5. beautiful palm trees
6. memories of laughing through
7. nights of passion
* * *
I wonder
what it is
that gets
seen.
I wonder
what it is
that I
see.
leave the desires.
behind. in a place
of wonder
& mystery.
the keypad of my life
alt(ernate) option
c(on)tr(o)l
delete/backspace
return/enter
esc(ape)
directions [up,down,right,left]
shift
f(u)n(ction)
command
play/pause
forward
rewind
more &
less
eject
*tab
*caps lock
numbers
letters
keys
space
*the ones that don’t fit the metaphor!
Traveling forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things – air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.
nothing
stays the same.
it moves
so fast
and
you don’t even notice
until
its changed
its gone
yet
like smoke
it
never truly leaves.
poetry
poetry rushes
out of me
like a
love that
can’t be stopped.
I’m writing
all the time
in my mind
in my heart
in my hands
these words
these words they
sit
and contemplate
one another
they stop and consider
one another
to see
to live
and be
experience
that life
is moments
captured
in what is infinitely too small
to contain it
but it is
the best
a lone
soul
like me
can configure
after 50 days of
2 - 0 - 1 - 2
(Source: resa-bella)
to
To the joy
That makes my heart dance with abandon
To the laughter
That makes my body come to life
To the space
That makes everything and anything possible
* * *
To the pain
That stretches and changes me inside-out
To the confusion
That makes me work to create light
To the lack
That makes me notice all that I have
* * *
nothing
works
and
then suddenly
everything
is
here.
***
to the mystery
that frees itself from my concepts
to the love
that stops only to be recognized
sitting in bed.
watching. the sunset.
set.
windows.
shadows.
i pick up the
view.
spending time with thoughts
of you.
testing illusions:
—> they end. one moment.
testing reality:
<— it pulsates. each moment.
