Monday, August 30
Tumble in
Tumble into this new fragment of life with your arms flailing wildly and your feet moving faster than you can run. Sprint, but not so fast that you will trip and fall and stumble on absurdities and obstructions that try to fog up your day. Focus on the sunshine, letting it stream through the curtains to awaken you early ever morning, letting it dress you with clothes of light so throughout the day you can shine...
Tuesday, August 10
August 9th poem:
In silence we patiently wait,
for the snow to sprinkle coldness down upon the last brisk days of fall,
for the newborn flower to spread open its fragile petals to let the moon shine in,
for life to turn to darkness as the last sweet breathe shuts the final door of our days.
In stillness we patiently wait,
as the fire crackles more softly while flames fade from white to blue and dimmer still,
as the luminescent street lights shine and bounce off beautifully engineered machines,
as legs and shoes, when movement they choose, flash briskly by the windows of our eyes.
In solitude we patiently wait,
with the silent wind moving unseen as it dances upon the scattered population,
with the still sunshine in all its golden, burning, sustaining brilliance,
with our head bent and our hands folded, a deluge of ourselves in hope of receiving some grace.
Once the snow has fallen,
the flowers have bloomed
and the coffin has been placed in the ground,
there is nothing left to see.
After the coals have fallen cold and gray,
the colors have been turned off and blackness blankets both man and beast,
and the movement grows slower as soles are worn thin and blisters form,
there is nothing left to feel.
When the wind dies down and dust no longer gathers in storms,
the sun slips away from the day and beckons darkness upon the world,
and the floor next to the bed is indented from kneeling in desperate prayer,
there is nothing left to be
We patiently waited our years away for nothing
as the silence, stillness and solitude created a barrier between us and our lives.
A thin cobweb that was torn apart by a raging bull.
Let the silence break with claps of thunder and crashing cymbols.
Let the stillness dissolve into a frenzy of a wild metropolitan crowd.
Let the solitude vanish as the world comes together, all held in one great hand.
Let us stop waiting,
and live.
for the snow to sprinkle coldness down upon the last brisk days of fall,
for the newborn flower to spread open its fragile petals to let the moon shine in,
for life to turn to darkness as the last sweet breathe shuts the final door of our days.
In stillness we patiently wait,
as the fire crackles more softly while flames fade from white to blue and dimmer still,
as the luminescent street lights shine and bounce off beautifully engineered machines,
as legs and shoes, when movement they choose, flash briskly by the windows of our eyes.
In solitude we patiently wait,
with the silent wind moving unseen as it dances upon the scattered population,
with the still sunshine in all its golden, burning, sustaining brilliance,
with our head bent and our hands folded, a deluge of ourselves in hope of receiving some grace.
Once the snow has fallen,
the flowers have bloomed
and the coffin has been placed in the ground,
there is nothing left to see.
After the coals have fallen cold and gray,
the colors have been turned off and blackness blankets both man and beast,
and the movement grows slower as soles are worn thin and blisters form,
there is nothing left to feel.
When the wind dies down and dust no longer gathers in storms,
the sun slips away from the day and beckons darkness upon the world,
and the floor next to the bed is indented from kneeling in desperate prayer,
there is nothing left to be
We patiently waited our years away for nothing
as the silence, stillness and solitude created a barrier between us and our lives.
A thin cobweb that was torn apart by a raging bull.
Let the silence break with claps of thunder and crashing cymbols.
Let the stillness dissolve into a frenzy of a wild metropolitan crowd.
Let the solitude vanish as the world comes together, all held in one great hand.
Let us stop waiting,
and live.
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