when was it that hearing the wind began to frighten me?
as a child, i relished it’s strength, loved listening to where it had been
now it speaks to me in different languages
in its unstoppable force, i hear my mortality,
in its battering of the roof top and shaking of the windows, i hear my fears
perhaps i need to go out, to leave my pretend shelter of wood and glass
and meet it in its environment,
and introduce myself to it again...
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Saturday, December 30, 2006
sometimes it's the saying of things
aloud
that makes them true...
that's why we hold back
giving voice to what we know....
because
what we make true
creates who we are
and
sometimes the saying of things
aloud
frees us from self-constructed prisons....
because
giving voice to our experience
allows
us to let it go....
and we then
(re) create who we are
aloud
that makes them true...
that's why we hold back
giving voice to what we know....
because
what we make true
creates who we are
and
sometimes the saying of things
aloud
frees us from self-constructed prisons....
because
giving voice to our experience
allows
us to let it go....
and we then
(re) create who we are
Thursday, December 28, 2006
my narcotic
was
to go numb...
don't feel
it's too intense
afraid i'd get lost in my mind
never to touch
reality again
the problem with choosing to feel nothing
over feeling the darkness
is that
i'd trained myself,
quite adroitly,
to also question
joy,
and love
i'd chosen perception
over reality,
control
over risking
i'm risking now,
but only a little,
baby steps
i want
to be who
i am
on the inside
i want
to shout out
to the world
what's inside my head
what's inside my heart
i want
to let go
to live it fully
to not be afraid
i want...
like i said,
baby steps...
was
to go numb...
don't feel
it's too intense
afraid i'd get lost in my mind
never to touch
reality again
the problem with choosing to feel nothing
over feeling the darkness
is that
i'd trained myself,
quite adroitly,
to also question
joy,
and love
i'd chosen perception
over reality,
control
over risking
i'm risking now,
but only a little,
baby steps
i want
to be who
i am
on the inside
i want
to shout out
to the world
what's inside my head
what's inside my heart
i want
to let go
to live it fully
to not be afraid
i want...
like i said,
baby steps...
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
family
what is it that binds us?
shared memories?
but versions
of our histories
invariably differ.
common references then
to a past recollected....
seeing each other
through a veil
of previous experience
what would we
think of one another
without
the recollections
of what went before?
it’s not the blood that connects us
it’s the choice
to remain,
to be,
family
what is it that binds us?
shared memories?
but versions
of our histories
invariably differ.
common references then
to a past recollected....
seeing each other
through a veil
of previous experience
what would we
think of one another
without
the recollections
of what went before?
it’s not the blood that connects us
it’s the choice
to remain,
to be,
family
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