2022/1/21 #poetry I've been busy like mycelia. Invisible effort. Working away as time is shed like rain off the canopy of the glowing forest. Halos of misting spray erupting upon impact on the leaves as everything drains down toward the underground. Where the roots are. The world below of rhizome and mycelia. Soaking down and through, activating and facilitating change. The solution moving things along. Flowing everywhere along the growing, building hyphae. Collecting towards a bursting through of something, past the interface of the substrate. Into a world we touch, where focus is absorbed. Capturing all interest with the flush of excitement.
2022/1/20 #poetry Today is the best day. The Sun is just warm enough. The shade is just cool enough. The wind is just low enough. Nothing could be better. Well, the cars could go silent, sure. Or evanesce altogether. That would make things better. They are loud and smelly and kill you if you get in their way. I don't need to mention their impact on the health of the ecosystem. They sure are comfortable though. Riding, effortlessly, on a soft, shock absorbed cushion, in climate controlled bliss. Comfort seems to oppose fun. They have an inverse relationship when it comes to getting places. Biking is fun. Cars that have giant engines and ride harder and have less safety features are more fun than cars that protect you from everything from noise to the feeling of acceleration. Walking is fun. Walking where there are no cars is lots of fun. Being able to experience the world around you is fun. It can also be quite uncomfortable. True, when things become painful they are no longer fun, but up until that threshold, comfort subdues fun. Then again, sometimes on such a nice day, when the weather couldn't be more comfortable, noticing the play of light, the activities of the animals and people, can inspire deep enjoyment. I don't know if that qualifies as fun.
2022/1/19 #poetry Close, but always just close. Sometimes I really think I'll get there. I wouldn't keep trying if I didn't. The specter of the easy way, days into months into years of everything just being fine is always right there. It truly could be easy if only... if this or that wasn't in the way, knocking us down, filling our tank with sand. It is better than being lost. It is not as bad as feeling stuck. It isn't as nice as having things flow and work out. Just enough frustration to keep the goal one step out of reach. Some people say that's how it is for everybody. That the ones that succeed are just the ones who persist through all that rough weather. It is no guarantee, persistence is only the first prerequisite in reality. Onward then. The only direction is forward. Effort is for spending.
2022/1/18 #poetry The golden ball that the princess had was representative of desire similar to the representation of desire attributed to the moon. There is a connection with desire and obsession. When you have the golden ball, what else would you do but play with it and carry it and stare at it. You love it. It is what you want. Unlike other wants that upon fulfillment are replaced by new wants, these remain. The golden ball stays the only want even when it is already possessed. The moon is also associated with obsession, this desire out of balance. It captures your attention as the most luminous object in the otherwise dark world of the night. Is it this capturing that inspired these associations? I would like a golden ball. I can imagine the weight of it being so very pleasing. I don't care about the value. I would like to experience rolling it between my hands and along surfaces that would resonate with deep sounds. Heavy metal and stone balls are a delight and one of gold would be very heavy indeed. The kind of thing that would pull you into raptness. Effortless dhyana.
2022/1/17 #poetry Ink is a wonderful thing. So is the warmth of the Sun Here I am, using ink & feeling the warmth from the Sun and I can't decide which is better. Warmth seems to have an enhancing effect, making the interesting pleasant. Reducing the harshness of discomforts. Relaxing and expanding the psychophysical system.
2022/1/16 #poetry I have a lot of fun. Sometimes I dance and sometimes I run. Every day I enjoy a ton. Living the dream as I circle the Sun. I think a lot of thoughts. Often I try to connect the dots; but that is hard because there are lots, so I settle on musing on do's and do not's. I take a lot of time. Using so much feels like a crime. I may fill an hour just to make a small rhyme. Even when the results are not quite sublime.
2022/1/15 #poetry Maybe I'm not the only one I'm pretty sure I am but Perhaps there are others Could be a few Certainly not many Just one wouldn't be hard to believe But if there are others It's still impractical to think that With all the places they could be They'd have any impact on my life Whatsoever So I'm pretty much on my own In every meaningful sense And I should count on it staying that way And make of it what I will Unless I don't want to In which case I shouldn't doubt That I could connect If I set out to I'd just decide That I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one
2022/1/14 #poetry There's no reason to fret over time. You can't hold it or use it or waste it or lose it. Time is a measurement. A measurement of something that you can only ever have the faintest glimpse of. We live all the seconds, none go unused. There's never any extra. Though you can be free to choose. You can regret your actions, deeming past choices as mistakes. You can also decide to feel they were the best choices you could make. You did them for a reason, one you may even use again. Changing your direction is always possible until the end. It isn't always obvious how. If you can't that's ok too. Your choice is always now. What you feel is up to you.
2022/1/11 #poetry The alive sense of being is where it is nicest to be. Work for years to get out of it and then, for those that realize they want to get back, work for years to stay in it more of the time. The great habit. So many things that we tell ourselves are in the way. They are, as they would surely break or fall away if we refused to address them in the ways we have. If we weren't attached to those things then we could let them, but we are and so we avoid the pain of allowing them to disintegrate or detach from us. When our habit is strong and we think clearly we will avoid making decisions that would lead us out to attach to tenuous and unstable circumstances. Feeling the pull away from where we like to be we can avoid it. Work still, but the easiest thing to do knowing how difficult not doing it will be.