Life, adjusted, again

between the realm of the thought, the philosophical, intellectual, that of the rational inclinations, desires and the realm of the spirit, of the soul, of the all encompassing nothing, and the miniscule totality, needless of being tangible, yet tuned to the true sense of rivers somewhere in between to the touch of both life has… Continue reading Life, adjusted, again

Repetition is a form of change

The past, and the next second, the experience, and the hunger, joy, and its intermittent absence, everything, everything seems to be the resilience which demands repetition, not to preserve life but to live it — in composed sounds, in uttered words and their placement, in the gentle push to invest mind, spirit, and flesh, even… Continue reading Repetition is a form of change

freedom, security, peace, redemption, paradise

From the myriad I have seen, about a million encountered, thousands spoken to, hundreds spoken with, and from the dozens I love, the desire seems to be freedom, toiling towards security, hoping for peace, aspiring redemption, and believing in paradise. I simply am, repeatedly finding myself in the middle of beauty

Occurrences in the Self of an auto-portrait

One may utter a long list or a single point, when asked about the essence of the self, or about the naked self, or the projection of self. And, just like in singing and speaking one hears not what the room acoustically gives but rather how one owns body lets one hear, one may ask… Continue reading Occurrences in the Self of an auto-portrait

god missing himself

These days are energy, inspiration —-No! energy —- period!Here is an inner confidence in claiming that inspiration is a constant. It comes from all around, it comes in memories waiting to be re-unpacked, occasionally unpacked for the very first instance. It happens in any moment of passive, and wild, and deep observation of whatever flew… Continue reading god missing himself