Some humans think in music — others, think in words, silence in the middle. Rhythm, beat, rat-a-tat-tat That some humans can have a melody swim into their consciousness, one of their own design, not a carbon copy from their Spotify Weekly, is a miracle. Poets, we, too, are miracles and, if you didn’t already knowContinue reading “Perspective”
Category Archives: consciousness
Phantom of the Opera
Last night I saw Phantom of the Opera with a friend, front row, all the way on the right. She won the tickets in the Broadway Lottery in New York for less than a third of the price. This is what I learned from the show: Be patient. Be aware. Be kind. Love the light andContinue reading “Phantom of the Opera”
An Empty Space
There’s an empty space inside you that no one else can steal There’s an empty space inside you and, I assure you, it is real Curl up with tea and blankets open up a book or two And relish the sweet nothingness each empty page brings you Nature has its pleasures;Continue reading “An Empty Space”
The Human Condition
Alone in my head how did this happen again? Afraid of myself more than anyone else afraid of my mind’s tricks like the devil part of me runs, part of me nourishes. External realities versus internal dimensionality my vulnerability got me everything good and everything bad trust my mind– it is strong, then flies outContinue reading “The Human Condition”
at the ocean
my intention, my desire, my secret wish is to simplify life. many men have tried It; we heard about it. It didn’t work. many women have tried It; we didn’t hear about it. (proof enough) It didn’t work. we searched for It in churches and mosques, temples and tall, grayContinue reading “at the ocean”
through my window
the intersection of tree and sky, the lines they paint across pale blue horizons while two black specks of bird chase each other. *** Truth, expanding over snow-dipped houses– it will never be found beneath my pen. *** the earth knows things my mind cannot see. *** but I can still sit back, exhale, and soak in theContinue reading “through my window”
The First Day
The day I sat and looked in the mirror I stared: I was looking at me. But it was not me that I saw. My pupils rounded, black trench coats preparing for summer rain my skin relaxed after the ebb and flow of the day I dared not move for there I swearContinue reading “The First Day”
Finding Warmth
Time may very well not be what we think it is– the psychological nonsense of “yesterday” versus “tomorrow” leaves my skin cold, begging for the road to lead me somewhere, anywhere where life is precious, held, loved where not all questions must come with an answer where “Now” is rapped up safe in a blanket,Continue reading “Finding Warmth”
Something Real
Compliments of division my life story mingles in threads of Catholicism and the like and I must stop myself from pulling them loose. … Fighting anything will never result in absolution I do not want to dismantle the quilt; I just want to prove that it is nothing more than patchwork. … Positive energy canContinue reading “Something Real”
Reaching Joy 