Extolling, and embodying, the virtues of creativity, and creative writing, to save the world. (Or, at least, myself.)
The rain wells up in my soul; it brings with it periods of peace... Peace, alas. And what joy! It brings memories, friendships forgotten, loves lost, sweet azure skies rekindled... 'Neath the numbing power of the drugs, the medications, which blanket all The PAIN! With rain.
Be at peace, let the rivers of rest and timelessness wash over you... Embrace it, be it, love it... Hold it, tightly, against you, for, in this spirit, you will hold the spirit of truth and life and love Of God, the Universe, and Everything under the Sun... Live your life fully, for in time, … Continue reading A-Cross-Tic
Sunshine, splendor, take a look, find it, feel it, let it... You can find the love within if the day allows it, but clouds, too, will open... With the rays.
Go on a walk today and share a photo of something that catches your eye. The breeze, softly, blows, carrying away our fears… All is hope, there is hope today; you can feel it, bliss flows.
Blue Door What’s a simple pleasure in life that brings you joy? Reading and writing poetry in the sun on a park bench or at a coffee shop. Whispers in the sunshine... the crinkling of the leaves, shadows falling from the trees, flowers blooming with the breeze... I'm sitting, steady... Hopeful, too. Memorial Park
"And we, who have always thought of happiness as rising, would feel the emotion that almost overwhelms us whenever a happy thing falls." - Rainer Maria Rilke, "Duino Elegies: The Tenth Elegy" When they sit in silence, they sit with you...When they lay in thought, they lay with you…When they breathe in deeply, they breathe … Continue reading “On Rilke, on solitude” (redux…)
Sketch of photograph taken by the author at historical Laurel Hill Cemetery, Phila., PA The Family Lying stately, side by side.Lying stately, where we died.Lying stately, where we lied.Life awaited usAt our birth.Death took us, we were not the first.Grandpa left us for the graveWhen we were but so youngAnd unafraidOf the shadows that took … Continue reading Happy All Hallows’ Eve…
https://youtu.be/mQ8TXGzgXIo?feature=shared "Othering": You are the rose. You are less. Your thorns hurt ME. "Belonging": I am the Rose. My thorns protect me. Handle with care. Stop and smell me. It's in the air. Breathe. By any other name... "Any" other? Why not? Me. Hold me. Brother. By any... other name. Rose.
You're waiting? For what? For who? You're waiting! And, so, am I. So am I. Why? Because. What else is there? There is seeing in the waiting. There needs to be. * From "Institutional Eyes" (unpublished)
Van Gogh! Jardins! Jardins! Jardins! Sunflowers! SHINE!
