Tuesday, 1 November 2011
i embrace the tendency towards reckless abandon as a form of denial. but turned on it's head it translates as acceptance. so dont stop. at least not yet. instead come to me crouched at the water's edge in exchanges with birds and we'll bury these lightweight bones with their secret cavities and religiously write on these crumpled bedsheets until the words resemble a mandala.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
your words are like a drug to me... i can't get enough! thank you for sharing so much of yourself...s
i walk on the crest of a mountain ridge
eternal dark blue gorges on both sides
infinite as time itself
the lid of the clouds closes near above
but there is a narrow opening in the clouds
a crack in the sky that matches the path
sudden winds tear but i don't fear the depths
as i don't fear the heights
and at night when all is dark
the ridge glows from an internal light
i can clearly imagine the winding track
deep below me the green vegetation vibrates red
i can see my footsteps in the dust
my hands groping for support in the low trees
the tusks of a boar skull biting the gravel
i can see the flights of birds long passed
and i can hear your words in my heart
even in a rain of swords
even deep below the surface of the sea
above the moon, behind the sun
Post a Comment