A little shaken
Bumping up against boundaries and feeling anger, confusion
Determined to stretch a little
Hoping my faculties are intact
Scary thing about losing your mind is that you can’t be aware of its slow decline
Until it’s really bad
And no one wants to talk about how fat changes you
Makes you more dishonest
More likely to achieve by lesser means
And hoping I chase it away before it becomes me
But animals do dreadful things when they fear for death
Alerted by stress
Attacking or consuming out of instinct
We like our homeostasis
Monthly Archives: January 2014
Mixed Feelings
Being judgy
From a place of knowledge
Wanna heal all these diseases
Costing us too damned much
Wanna stop this madness
This polluting inertia
Cars spewing ton after ton
Of matter the earth meant to stay buried until the next volcanic age
So if we’re all gonna suffer and die
Randomly
Then at least stop shitting in your drinking water
And feeling guilty for dancing and wearing silly costumes
Remember to remember the most important things:
To show kindness and mercy
To always do the right thing no matter who is watching
And to connect to another living being with your heart’s energy
Silence and Secrets
For the second time in two days, I’ve watched a movie involving someone being mute for long periods of time. Yesterday, I watched Paris, Texas with my cousin. And today on the airplane, I watched The Patience Stone. Coincidence or not, it’s given me food for thought.
In the first movie, Paris, Texas, the man is mute after leaving his wife and son and wandering in the desert for four years. He was really traumatized by the person he became in relationship to his wife, and needed to be mute for a while to escape and reflect. When he finally can talk, the story is shocking and allows him to move on.
In the second film, the woman is caring for her husband in a coma. He is normally a terrible husband, but in this state, she can tell him anything without fear of reprisal. And what she reveals is shocking. He can’t take her secrets and she has to kill him in the end.
Consciousness
Mouth agape
Grateful for a billion other brains
Each sensing
Projecting
Slightly different
Awe-inspiring images
Burned into our DNA
And exploring with caution
The limits of our minds,
Sensations,
Pleasure,
Survival
If you are right
Is there really a need to be snarky?
It’s all right there in front of us
As we take turns worshiping the wrong things
While karma fucks us over
And forever wonder if we were ever enough
If we did all we could with our time
Energy
Talents
And somehow knowing
Every last head would turn if we did
And recognize the part as an integral piece of the whole
Life’s yearning for life
To be ever born and ever loved
Adored as one who looks into one’s own eyes
Fractals reflecting the infinite time present in a moment
Consciousness focused
Journaling
Parts of the country are getting really cold. Reminds me of my youth, growing up in North Dakota. They say the jetstream patterns are changing–getting longer so storm fronts are more spread out. I finally realize my own tendencies to be apocalyptic, and I try to avoid that type of thinking now. But things are probably going to keep getting really weird with the state of the climate change we see happening: fast warming arctic and high CO2 concentrations.
I’m thinking of starting a blog for the book I started writing a year ago. It’s going to take me too long to synthesize and prove my ideas out so I think I’ll just throw them out there. Have other people help me. “You can accomplish a lot if you don’t care who gets the credit.”
And I’m really glad to be back with my booty calls again ;-). A good analogy might be this: you wait for the perfect job, declining all of the jobs that come along, until you just run out of money. Oops, still have to pay rent. Maybe it’s just not time for that perfect job or you’re not ready or you need more skills. That’s what “waiting” for Mr. Right feels like. Forget that. He can come find me while I go back to enjoying my random life and polishing my skills ;-)
Love Lost
I wore my white dress
You took me out
For the first time
In three years
Without me paying
Like our first date
All over again
Anniversary
I eyed you shyly
Not sure I felt it
Searched your face for my spark
Found it in your green eyes
The air was pregnant
Like it was the first time
You asked what I was thinking
Again I denied you
Too many questions
Too many hard problems
With no solutions
I tried to look happy
Inside I stirred
You took me bowling
Me in my white dress
On your motorcycle
We took turns shyly
It was our first time
You took pictures
We each had a win
We shared a passion
Like a radio station
We both tuned into
That felt like love
Felt like forever
Whatever our differences
It erased them each time
You took me home
Me in my white dress
Gave me a gift
Laid me on my bed
That night we were energy
Achieved a oneness
Beyond our dreams
We touched heaven together
Luckier than most
And in its twilight
Returned the sadness
The memory of difficulty
The pregnant silence
Unanswered questions
No solutions
And the distance between
The high of that peak
And the low of our valleys
Was too great a distance
For my heart to cross
Our love was lost