We cling so tightly to our truth that we miss insight, wisdom, nuance. We long for a world in our image so we remove different, other, foreign. We don’t want to be wrong, so we insult instead. We don’t want to self reflect, so we don’t listen. We; are lost.
Don’t build a monument at the place of your revelation lest it becomes dogma. Rather pitch a tent in honour of the fleeting nature of ‘wisdom’ & the truth that we are but children in the cosmos.
This is the question I have. How do we find a balance between the commitment we made to have and to hold in sickness and in health and living in an environment that is not good for us? Whether it hurts us spiritualy, emotionally or physically. Perhaps it is as simple as living an environmentContinue reading “To have and to hold…”
The wind used its agile hands grabbing words from my mouth made it tumbleweed tumbling across a never never land bridge to the home of the mute and lost hoping to bring words to the wise and silence the all knowing.
In the solitary silence, engraved in the empty space between the beginning and the ending of your pause, my entire world collapsed, over the edge of the universe.
I’ll turn into autumn leave blown away by the cold wind out of sight where I can decay & die an unwanted memory feeding your green shoots
I’m forever speaking Writing Leaving clues like breadcrumbs Praying to the nonexistent god That someone will see and then find me.
I am illusion, breaking into ad infinitum, splintering across the night sky. Ever shining, ever unreachable.
The bang echoed loudly in the nothingness. God was dead. Spiralling into a hundred billion galaxies. All whispering, God must die so that we might live.
In the exhale I feel the stretch the tear, hear the gun shot snap crack of my ribs as I let go of my heart.