Were You Here, Say I

The swells now slowly soften
As they went wading into dusk
“I think the tides are shifting”
And we are here,
…and that’s enough.

“I thought we’d lost each other
In the throes of hearts let loose,”
headlong into destiny
Unfurling ribbons from the seas
…words curled on waves of truth.

Moonlit herons stood like angels
The sea took peace with night
Long shore drift sang lullabies
“Keep us safe,” a lover sighs
“…together in Your sight.”

Their love began on mountain tops
Like tears wrought from the sky
Carving rivers lined with hope
to the ocean off steep slopes,
We are here, say I...

When you start feeling lighter again, ascend.

Locked within us, behind doors we draw closed upon us, year after year; surrounded by loops and loops of locked and rusting chains, is something even more fundamental than faith...an unabashed and boundless and unbiased openness. We had a moment in our infancy and early childhood, where no one but God was watching over us. The chill we feel is the evidence that we are removing those shrouds that hide us from our inspiration and hides our preferred artistic medium - from us. When you start feeling lighter again, ascend.

Ma Leonn (artist) even the sun seems to skirt around china

I remember a time when I didn't have to remember a time...

I remember a time when I didn't have to remember a time. When butter only came in sticks. When the trash men came everyday. When a Chevy was just a Chevy...when it wasn't who had the bigger yard, but which yards could be combined to make the biggest football field. When lawyers were great because we hardly ever needed them. When we feared dying more than being poor. When we called them jobs, not income. When a busy tone or an endless ringing phone required no further investigation...When romantic love didn't grow in diversions like weeds in fertile soils of commiseration...when love meant you don't have to stop looking, just keep looking at me. I remember when you could hear me draw a breath between these spoken words rather than me here alone listening to the tap of the keyboard as I type them.

Nihilism by File

He fantasizes of filing in contempt the corners off squares...but for every shaved angle, two more are made. When no more can be found, he learns to love circles. What's so boxy about a box turtle anyway...

‎~ K. Smith ~ "While his eyes saw the sky, his soul saw Heaven."

You must cover half the journey before its end. And every half journey, is its own. So on infinitum. Hm. It is rational to postulate that our choices (to move) come down to covering half of an infinitesimally small distance… more soundly described as NOW. No matter where we are going, what visions before us, or musical notes and colors remain undiscovered, we cannot escape this exact moment. The future purely depends on NOW. There is no need to begin, you just need to be. And “be” as best you are able; for that is the distance between sky and heaven for this student of Ockham!