11202022

it's a new morning. the sky is grey and patchy with clouds. it rained again last night. and today. more of the same.

i love the rain. i love the storm of it. i love driving in the rain. big drops of vaporized cloud hitting my windshield like gravity-drawn moths. the slow glide to the bottom of my windshield. the gentle pooling of rain on the asphalt ground, turning it from dirty grey to shimmering charcoal. the inebriated sway of giant oaks... so emerald green... all moving in rhythm. 

everything is more enhanced. more focused. like when you position the lens of a camera between your thumb and middle finger and twist, gently, to one side. everything goes from blurry to sharp. and you awaken!

i have always reflected on why people become more mindful of their driving when it rains. i don't imagine it's because they're trying to stay safe, but because they're trying to take it all in. 

all the beauty of the world... drenched in the bounty of water.

11142020

what?

how?

shallow.

hollow.

shall i deepen the questions with body?

shall i soften them with emotion?

why should i?

i am tempted, not compelled.

this.

is truth.

this.

is intimate realization.

this.

is hopeful.

this.

is healing.

this.

is beyond.

10262020

come, now

sit with me for a spell

together, let us watch

the storm gather

let us wait 

for the clouds to arrive

crystalline and cold

with melancholy

let us become grounded

in this wet earth

bathing in the deluge

of fat raindrops

vanquishing old obsessions

and

illuminating new shelters

who else can ever

know this moment

as we know it?

who else will swim

in the mercurial ocean

of this .: and other :. memory

always seemingly

within our grasp

never quite

tangible?

09292019

after the dream.

i must hear the silence and not shy from its messages to my heart. 

my heart must slow down and listen to the silence. embody the images.

my heart. must.

slow down, my heart

slow down

there is a secret longing inside you

i know. i know

within the quiet murmur of morning. i sit. 

seeking to decipher something. 

to clear a path. to find a doorway. 

to make meaning of the images.

i hear you speaking to me

but you must slow down, now

slow down, my heart

you must

no. i am not lost in the dream. i am waiting.

i am listening to the sound of your voice gliding in the air.

i am waiting for the silence. 

my eyes closed. my spirit open to receive.