Thoughts: They Come

There are pieces
of me
shedding away
from dust we come
dust disarray.

The world
a bowl of fruit
of mind decay
while heart songs remain
to be sung everyday.

My desire is every person comprehend and realize we are ever evolving in our understanding of self. From the beginning, our quest is a time of search. The crux is we often get trapped in sick thoughts and dwell on personal failures and shortcomings. We feel ill-equipped to deal with those who harm us and then desire everything that is wrong in order to numb our pain. But time waits for no one. While moons rise and suns set, you can either wither or heal. I challenge you to discover the warmth of forgiveness. Live for that day.

I believe in agape love and ultimate truth. What remains relative is desire. Desire does not search for or find truth, but rather forcibly bends light, to pompously plop itself down on a pedestal, and demand its way. This is neither love nor wisdom.

So embrace forgiveness, the ultimate act of love. Forgiveness requires our heart to be true and freer than any other act. So let the new dawn’s clouds be lifted. Go run in the sun, metaphorically, and literally, when possible. Let the fresh air fill your life with found possibilities.

Drum Circle

A new experience presented itself within a community to celebrate positive energy. This was most of the group’s first time being together. The hour started with rhythmic drum beats mimicking the heart’s life force.

There were 15 of us, each with a drum and another percussion instrument. This video is the third of four sets, each naturally lasting between 12-13 minutes. The group leaders did little to manipulate each interval of creative expression. They flowed as swiftly and gently, or vigorously and bountifully, as the Nashua River, deep in the Valley of Oxbow.

As the hour progressed, a golden hue encompassed us. We said farewell to the sun. Then to each other. Look forward to another drum circle September 12.

drifting dragonfly
heartfully-winged escapade
soaring fantasies

Mantled Baskettail

My Monhegan

*

Oh! to find relaxation. Get lost amidst the Monhegan sea air.

I once honored the rapt attention of the island’s evening. Witnessed the homeward gulls, floating above. Shhhh! i warned them. I desired the whispered stories unfolding below the ocean waves.

I witnessed their goodbyes descend upon my eyes. Their limelight emitted farewell and invited the lesser stars to partake in the feast. Satisfied, i bid farewell, in hopes my soul would once again return.

*The finished painting from a previous post.

eyes have seen the light

eyes have seen the light, charcoal, 2015 (original photographed and edited)

paths to follow
exertion
against blindness
she chose
resistance and solitude
forged her way
into realities unknown
wandered
in landscapes lit
by strangers
kindness too great
to let go

living on the edge

not quite anorexic

not quite dead

years followed like yellow-fin tuna

migrating with dolphin

caught in the same trap

i looked for the silver-lining

the glimmer in someone’s eye

all the same false talking points

“hang on, it will be better -tomorrow

all these tears will dry…”

while you swim against the tide

swallowed by depression

followed by ghosts of pride