Into (fathom)

The gift.

 

A cycle, a circle, a bead, a seed
From ground to green
And yellow appears...

A cycle, a circle, a bead, a seed
A field of wonder
A gift to behold...

A cycle, a circle, a bead, a seed
Endless in scope

Endless in option...
A cycle,
Moving forward as the past always does.

A circle,
Turning one to another for the sake of the turn.

A bead,
One and then one, they make something more.

A seed,
From small things grow the great and humbling...

is there a cure?

I have questions...

 

I have some thoughts that I will share...

Romance - This is the feeling that draws you close. Makes something like holding hands feel like more than it is... Makes music, places, foods, and memories something that can bring joy and tears.

Love - Love is intangible, and yet you feel it. I cannot say what love is for you - but I know what it is for me. It is that thing that makes you think that maybe there's more to the universe than math, random happenstance, and the laws of physics.

Hope - Is a double edged sword. It heals, and can slay you. Hold it steady, and know what peril (and serenity) it can bring to you.

Fate - Is a feeling of inevitability. It requires trust, and it speaks to a belief that there is a plan... Fate is a concept that closely resembles religion. They may be sibling concepts / or some sort of interrelated parasitic relationship.

Burn On

 

In the heart of every poem, there is a flame - a desire to light the world... A desire to be read, and then understood, by some kindred spirit.

In the heart of every poet there is a flame - a desire to be the light... A desire to hold dear someone who also knows what weight that there is in doubt... The real meaning of a pause that lingers too long, unanswered...

And I say - burn on, little flame.

Burn On...

everything is said already

The (De)Evolution of (a) Man

I am...

 

Here's what I know.

Strength is not what you think it is. In order to be strong - I had to admit that I was not. I had to be broken, I had to be hollowed out.

I found strength in the will and heart of others, and it surrounded me. Gave me armor - gave me vitality. It made me whole, where I was not.

When people say that there is strength in numbers... Believe it.

Dark words

(waiting room)

If you weren't real...