Every day we struggle through the same old spiral. Trying to be, but not quite finding a way. Get a grip, then it slips on the next stage. It's like chrysalis that doesn't change a thing; we don't gain our wings, we are the same as ever. As if at some crucial moment, we … Continue reading Spirals
This might be insanity. Day in, day out, punch a clock in a world where time is a prison. Wake, sleep, repeat and there is an expectation of sanity? Even the rules of this place are insane. So I draw a line, with a broken pen and say "This far and no further!" … Continue reading A Spark of Madness
I have crossed T’s and dotted I’s For as long as I can remember. I have drank deeply of the words of lovers, fiends and prophets and taken each syllable to the head, like strong medicine sipped, draped in gazelle skins staring up at starry nights beneath the canopy of my ancestors. Each speech, … Continue reading Strong Medicine
Blank pages say more to a trained eye than ever did a one covered in words to who is blind. Crossing the subliminal into a world of imagination, that exists because of us. It's there if we will let our souls see beyond what blinds us, to the words on the blackened pages of the … Continue reading Learned Eyes
I have worn out the words that describe rebirth. There are no new ways to recreate what is. The sculpture pulverized to dust, and water added, folded back into clay, then molded into some transcendent form, is still dust. Each palace built on opulence and verdant builder’s ego, with gilt and polished stones and cedar … Continue reading Rebirth?