Saturday, June 23, 2012
stay foolish
you are a symphony. as you sleep, the earth anticipates your waking. it misses your laugh and your light. You are a masterpiece. when you speak, the children of the world cling to your words. they reach to catch them as they sail through the wild air. who do you belong to? who taught you to be? You are a sacred sister of the sea. you are a monument of peace. oh, you
Saturday, June 2, 2012
happenstance
words shake loose from the ends of my wild hair, creation bleeds from my fingertips onto canvas. today was a subtle symphony, i'm learning moments. Momentology. to notice, catch, revel in. when face to face with a moment we cannot allow our eyes to be eyes of longing or dependence, because under such constraint said moment will flee for the hills.
similar to books and thanksgiving food, when moments begin, we are aware that they will also end. we just would rather not think about that part.
There was a moment today, i was on my way to visit my best friend who is home from her vagabond gypsy life and i was sitting in the car and the sun broke through the window glass and danced across the silver bracelet wrapped around my wrist. the car turned and the sunlight spread like a wild fire across my dashboard, bringing back to life a thin layer of wishing dust that has settled down there. In that moment was every summer color, the sound of tires on gravel the sound of a banjo through the speakers, the sound of beads swaying under the mirror, hitting each other softly creating the shyest relative of percussion. the moment had rhythm and it had hope, hope because until today i had not seen my gypsy for months and now i was going to within a matter of minutes. nothing like that feeling.
many moments absolutely wear the pants in the relationship, they leave before we're ready, they dont even give us a CHANCE to speak to them, they do all the speaking. and i don't know about you but they leave me starving, often nearly empty, for more. they leave me sitting speechless, they paint in my eyes a desperate shade of reverence and something close to need. i need that again i need that adrenaline, that sweet natural ecstasy concocted of colors sounds shapes and circumstances.
more.
come back.
but if life was only moments then you'd never know you had one
similar to books and thanksgiving food, when moments begin, we are aware that they will also end. we just would rather not think about that part.
There was a moment today, i was on my way to visit my best friend who is home from her vagabond gypsy life and i was sitting in the car and the sun broke through the window glass and danced across the silver bracelet wrapped around my wrist. the car turned and the sunlight spread like a wild fire across my dashboard, bringing back to life a thin layer of wishing dust that has settled down there. In that moment was every summer color, the sound of tires on gravel the sound of a banjo through the speakers, the sound of beads swaying under the mirror, hitting each other softly creating the shyest relative of percussion. the moment had rhythm and it had hope, hope because until today i had not seen my gypsy for months and now i was going to within a matter of minutes. nothing like that feeling.
many moments absolutely wear the pants in the relationship, they leave before we're ready, they dont even give us a CHANCE to speak to them, they do all the speaking. and i don't know about you but they leave me starving, often nearly empty, for more. they leave me sitting speechless, they paint in my eyes a desperate shade of reverence and something close to need. i need that again i need that adrenaline, that sweet natural ecstasy concocted of colors sounds shapes and circumstances.
more.
come back.
but if life was only moments then you'd never know you had one
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