It feels tragic – The way we push forward When feeling empty, Feeling nothing, Except what hurts – The way we ignore That sense of knowing That it’s all so … Continue reading It feels tragic
Perhaps when we find ourselves bobbing our heads to inner resonance, we’re glimpsing what could be a lovely alignment of frequencies, that which we call music.
We each struggle to balance our passionate vulnerabilities with our comfortable securities. Then we find there is something comfortable in our vulnerability, and something secure in our passions, and that … Continue reading “Something comfortable in our vulnerability”: On Freewill and Empathy
And then everything that exists, as one breathing system, peers through her eyes, his eyes, their eyes, to experience a perspective and inhabit a special space in time — a knot that dances within a meshwork of everything. And as the gaze moves, altogether everything moves with it, feeding it and being fed by it. … Read More: https://christicomplex.wordpress.com/2017/03/22/fractures-altogether/
Sometimes, the healthiest thing we can do for ourselves is to stop trying to fix things. Maybe things don’t need to be fixed, or at least not necessarily by us … Continue reading Let go of all else and just love.
It’s hard to breathe — to enkindle that lust for consumption — and be where I’m expected to be, when all I want is to do is draw the petals … Continue reading Safe Place
“If nothing is ‘truly solid,’ then what would it ever possibly mean for something to be truly solid? If solid isn’t what we think is solid, then what’s solid?” – … Continue reading Solidity, Language: an estimation
In approaching identity, I like the visualization of “approaching” identity in a way similar to evaluating the ‘limit‘ as x approaches a value, where x is a representation of a … Continue reading Particles and State-of-Being: A Clarifying Response to Shaun Terry
Shivers for survival stir in my core, as the thin, black trench coat does little to mitigate my loss of body heat. It’s cold enough to feel the bite, but the isolation … Continue reading Sad/Beautiful
Bare feet pace rhythmically across the wet, glistening asphalt as rainwater is corralled into a tiny rippled stream. It pools by the blocked drain where an isolated silver maple tree lost its … Continue reading Barefoot Suffocation
There is something savory about the friction furnished by the subtle stubble on your face; it’s like a gentle, tingly massage cueing me in to the currency of the moment. If … Continue reading Escape by Transformation
Shaky fingers caress the heartstrings of a stranger, as the mind tingles in anticipation of uncharted consequence. What has changed in these past few weeks,