The intention one may have when allowing beauty and essence to be carried out in one’s work, is not to be a need to actively and intentionally touch humanity in posterity. The need lies in posterity being touched, not in the author of a piece needing to touch.
Category: ing form, to be
forgotten
is not taken away
Meditation
not to bring one to oneself but to bring one to the essence of us, of all, of everything not to search for beauty, not to avoid what is not beauty rather be beauty
Men cry not
— where to with the negated tears?
Contemplate, Smile, Eat, Digest, Express
— repeat —
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
If colors would have spoken to my conscience, intellect, and soul as they do today, fifty-six years ago I would have painted as dedicated and aroused as when my piano playing began
Avocado hues
Love is not personal
When a kiss vibrates from lips onto a cheek, onto other lips, onto willing hands, in love When a caress softens the caressing hand, and the touched When with eyes and pelvis a body in penetration shakes, do not take it personally. Sharing signs of love happens from one towards another. And yet, love itself… Continue reading Love is not personal
thinking, drama, again
Coffee, water, cigar, Nō (Yukio Mishima)
The asking is not for you to imagine a walk in my shoes
It would be unfair. They might kill you. The cobbler does not know me, and I know not of him. Yet, I wear them in sincerity.
The Artist
In society — of the animal, of the spirit, of culture — amongst all its members, the artist is one of the few working daily with the raw beauty and raw challenge of being in life, while inspired to digest, express, and share it.
Independence is in dependence
Everything begins in the mind I assert All is in the mind wanting to be But what of it if it does not feel contained by a body?
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
Eternal
— I am Not here, not now, not eternally to show evidence of my perpetual being to others Not eternal to count eternity Not even to myself In being I am eternal Challenge not my measurement nor lack of it Ask me not I we are the same I am eternal for being
With the exception of a well kept secret, you can not take anything with you
… but be conscientious about what you are leaving behind — daily.
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
An Incessant Life Surpasses Any Embroidered Requiem
The last breath will not be a question. There will be nothing to ask in the midst of such symbolic sounds implying a departure is at hand. The last breath will not inquire, for the last breath need not obey.
My Resolution…
is not a set goal. I am resolute.I live in resolution.I vibrate in resolution.I fall asleep, and stand awake,stand asleep, and fall awake,not resolute to a goalbut in the trajectory —- that of building.My resolution is not a set goal—- not set, not a state to be reachedbut beinginhaling and exhaling the joy and beautythat… Continue reading My Resolution…
Self
Asking a friend with experience and knowledge on fields of investment, where would he suggest a person to focus who has never invested before, he quickly answered: “Invest in yourself” Weeks ago I heard from another friend: “There is no self” I am now left with the further expansion of being, allowing more to be… Continue reading Self
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