reality

Inventions

Think not of then, nor of what could be. Think of now. I dare you. Can you? Consider it as it floats by, untethered, tethering you. Thinking is an invention, no? of our foremothers, of species reconciling past and present into future possibility? No god nor head of state; No hidden truths, no sufferingContinue reading “Inventions”

Now

The subtle dream of reality is nothing but a dream– in words, in thoughts, in praises and deeds– but when all is quiet, all the music turned off, there is still a gentle hum, the remains of reality drifting peacefully in, “Now.” October 30, 2015

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”

Stories

They flow out our mouths fill up our memories fill ourselves And yet our selves are not what stories should inhabit. Our identity is not what has happened to us, what is happening, what will happen– it is, simply, what is. Your identity is not your life story; it is your life. The fact thatContinue reading “Stories”

The truth is: I am You are We are here beings of imperfection near flawless in their beginnings, middle and ends, imitating any last licks of life we can mop up before becoming the next number, name, picture. Our eyes dull our sight but our understanding is a mind– a blackContinue reading “Reality”