Autumn
My favorite time of year
But also, cyclically, the times of my greatest struggle
As the leaves turn magnificient organges, reds, and yellows
I turn inward and begin to prepare for the let down
Of their eventual fall
And my long winter
Be A Highlighter
Some people
Highlight your life
Others just Make a stain
That is difficult
To wash off
The Dance
We meet
It begins
The frail courtship
Of respect
And connection
(inspired by Linda Kohanov, "Way of the Horse")
Endgame(6 Word RB Group)
right
might
fight
plight
hindsite
right?
Timing
Hold it in...
Just breathe.
Sometimes,Wisdom, she's a silent witness.
Tug
Longing
Sears
Open wounds
With an agonizing balm
Of purifying discontent
And irrational beauty
(7-5-08)
Life
a bittersweet negotiation.
Silly
It's not so much the ache that you feel in your gut
Or the constriction in your throat
But the heavy, heavy sense that things that matter are so damn precarious
And fragile
That there's nothing you can do to prevent the unraveling
The falling apart
Of something that means everything to you
It's silly...because so much of it is vapor
Thoughts, intentions, perceptions anchored in fantasies
That tug at your body and soul like a needle and thread
Binding you
And making you question 'real' and 'possible'
It's silly...because every external confidence and sensation that was somehow connected to that invisible tether of meaning
Still writhes
And complains at it's disconnect
And the thing that makes it hilarious
Is the ridiculous joy that is left behind amidst the haze of loss
Just for having in the first place
Making it that much harder to deal with the pain
But willing to let yourself go there again, and again
8-1-08
