foreveeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

From a description of a film

two old men digging their own future graves, "it's funny how you think you might live forever right up until the last moment"

salve

no ironman this year, still, a century's a century

snow and sleet, bitter cold

sundog over lake calhoun, blissing

about to pass out now, goodnight

went a little further than my body could take, given the conditions, perhaps

me cuenta mi tia Beria

un recuerdo olvidado, perdido...

dormido, medio destapado

viene mi tia y me cubre bien denuevo con la frazada

y me da una palmadita en el pie que, siempre, cuelga a un lado de la cama

yo suspiro, ondamente

y sigo durmiendo

montando en la lluvia

la tormenta trae lluvia denuevo, no mas nieve
la noche entra suavemente
la luna canta, susurrando en la niebla

sweet pain

"love being in love"
significa que las imagenes (falsas?) de un amor doloroso, de un dolor amoroso
ya no me sirven
descubriendo lo que siento, mas no lo que pienso
and, no more sweet pain

the first breath

healing is a lifelong process

when did this lifetime begin?

ever thus, bursting at the seams

pero esta bien, ahora, corazon, es el momento de voltearme de adentro hacia afuera y descubrir lo que debo descartar

y conservar

diferencia

la di da

entre inspiracion y desesperacion,

como decia Lao Tzu?

southerly

I am moved
wind shifts, stiff southerly
the heart perdures, firm, yet fluttering

c'mon

come on out SUN

dejanos ver tu sonrisa

draum

planting, or transplanting, a huge old tree
and many smaller, younger ones around it
the ground is (surprisingly) brittle
a large hole amongst the roots of the large tree
i go to put a stump in it
but it falls through into a cavernous space beneath
it's beautiful down there
rock formations remind me of living beings,
oneness of soul
interconnected, they go on for as far as i can see
a world within the world
dreams within dreams
love being in love, the memory of it, the reality of it
if it was once, then it always will be

fulfilling

to decide what level of intimacy i really want

or need.

so simple

on the (proverbial) edge of town, is there any?

a chasm

yawning open
inviting me to leap
or do I go back to the comfort of what I know?
or stay still until it closes up again and I can pretend I never saw it

LEAP

into the arms of my angels and demons

the intent of EVERYTHING

what is it, intent, the intent?
como es el olor a miedo?
quienes somos, sin recuerdos? y sin palabras?
alguien, algo? seremos mas, o menos?

thank you for inspring that feeling, fortunate, blessed, which precedes and endures beyond our mere existence

creation

mitad

we but half express ourselves, and are ashamed of that divine idea which each of us represents

emerson

raw

roar

fire

cuckoo

llanto

canto

suplicar

tenue

carecer

encantos de la vida
la risa de un niño
el cariño de una tia
la comprension de un desconocido.
suspiro otra vez
con amor