2021/10/1 #poetry Sometimes, before the sky transitions into dusk, the shadows lay down long, as if getting ready to go to sleep. Sometimes, before the moon comes into view, as the stars begin to appear, there is a moment where the day has been washed away and the night seems to just be waiting, ready to begin. Sometimes, before I must return, while in the quiet stillness, I let the world just be, just what it is.
2021/9/29 #poetry This was it, the Sun. He was diving in. Heat & gravity shields had finally become advanced enough to allow the trip. Virtual recreations from probe collected data had not been enough. He wanted to take the actual plunge. Without the ship's filtering there was simply too much for his senses to take in. All light, as much heat as he could take, and as much heaviness as he could bear. He nudged the passthrough to let more accost the ship. It was blissful.
He'd had time, during the journey over, to contemplate why this particular objective had been so compelling for him. Enter the center of everything. That's how he thought of it, but that wasn't why. It literally pulled him in, along with the rest of the solar system, perhaps it was that simple, responding to the call.
2021/9/28 #poetry Have I found my way out of delusion? I recently stated in writing that I had. The prompt inquired: What’s something you’re really proud to have done? I demurred: I think pride is an ego distortion but I'm very grateful to have found my way out of delusion. Apparently I think I'm quite clever; but am I clever enough to see through false concepts? Do I have an edge that differentiates my existence? Hard won or otherwise? Perhaps I'm just clever enough to trick myself. Perhaps starting two sentences in a row with that word flows off the tongue nicely and gives an impression of depth and thoughtfulness. Perhaps spotting patterns in language is just a gimmick because perhaps true understanding of the world is irrespective of language and logic. Perhaps those tools are simply and utterly meaningless when all differentiation and separation are stripped away. So no, nothing differentiates my existence and I have no edges whatsoever. I don't know if that also means I'm not clever. Perhaps.
2021/9/27 #poetry Oh, that weight, the pressure of unknown stress. Some lurking anxiety that can't be identified. Easily pushed away by food, sleep, or any distraction. I suspect it is just the feeling of too much to do. With too many things that need movement you can feel stuck even when moving as fast as you can. That experience of paddling upstream while seeing that the boat is moving in the other direction. Quite unnerving. Heavily frustrating. Almost universal in its relatability. Background overwhelm.
2021/9/24 #poetry The peacefulness of a place generally has to do with what's happening in it. “This place is peaceful” refers to a trend of occurrences in that place. Some places seem to be a contradiction. The waterfall or the ocean cliff is violent crushing water but the white noise can be calming all the same. Many places which seem peaceful in the day can be quite frightening at night. The peace is in you.
2021/9/22 #poetry Often, again, I think of places I have been. I dwell on places where I found it very comfortable. I notice the quality of the energy of these places. I compare these qualities with each other. I compare them with new places I find myself. There are certain memories I'm always looking to replicate. To find this place of comfort, of ease.
Every place is different of course. I'll always be able to pick those differences out. Sometimes I'll think they matter. Sometimes I'll think they won't. Places can change too. Just from being in a place it changes for you.
2021/9/21 #poetry Forest. Desert. Plain. Ocean shore. Uninterrupted natural landscape. I'm aware that being out of the human built environment is just nicer. Why do I stay in a city? I can go, I am free. What keeps me? Just a lack of a plan? Perhaps that my plans grew out of what I was experiencing and disentangling myself from so many plans involving where I already am is not so simple. If I make a plan I may find out, see what obstacles arise.
2021/9/16 #poetry You might get lost. You shouldn't go. It's dangerous, didn't you know? You need a plan. You must take care. There could be cougar, wolf, or bear. Bring a friend. Go together. You'll be safer in any weather. The journey might be worth your time but staying whole is just sublime.