the clouds lift...

...and I am free. 

numero

1. Potatoes; starch attaching to bones and skins falling to the trash
 2. Love sees a million things and forgives them all, and always
  3. Robins plunder their nest, searching for their children
   4. Skin flakes to the ground and we never notice.
    5. There was a time when I was trusting...
     6. I pray that I will again.

summer yet?

Today I remembered how she kept my favorite sweets in the pantry. 

They weren't my favorite-- they were hers. 

But they became my favorite because she loved them. 

I want to be right, sometimes.

The right brain says:

I am the present,
here for the presence,
I'll drink it in without a mouth,
see the world through eyes like crescents.

The left brain says:

I am your past,
I am the future and this moment won't last.
This is a table, this is a chair,
you who are separate, with burdens to bear.

The right sees what is not real-- it cannot recall what is and what is not.
The left sees the social construct-- it only recalls what is real based off of majority belief.

The right believes.
The left knows.

But secretly the left feels that it may not know anything at all.

stall

I stalled in the kitchen. Arm propped against the chair, other arm loose against my side.

Am I breathing?
I don't remember what I was listening to, I don't remember what I was doing, where I was going.

turn, slowly, staring at the ground. Place my hand on the fridge, hand drops like a weight back to my side.

Sit by the fireplace, feel warm.
Go back to where I was.

Is it possible that I don't need medicine? just a new mindset?

humans are polymers.

we are all connected:

I'm glad I have you.

thank you for reminding me that
I don't need to be afraid.

fetching it to me with full hands

Martin Valigursky

Lately I've been feeling rather inadequate.
No castle-building,
No words of wisdom...

just small and helpless.