the little
holding me together,
light through
blinds and leaves spun on
the wind,
beyond
there is nothing left
to be held together
at all.
the i
is emptying.

there’s a robin on every phone line and all the birds are calling in, windows are opening.

i am deciding if it hurts more to keep doing the same old things than to let go and see what new growth spring brings.

fall-out

baby teeth fall out to make space for something bigger and better and stronger and we will weather whatever storms we find ourselves born into time and time again until the end and still the teeth will remain with marks of our domain and scars of our fate ever after we’ve forgotten our names

Once or Twice

Is it every seven years your cells replace themselves & we are reborn? Numerology says the same more or less, plus or minus your birthday, or I forget… But for me it comes in mood swings or mania or existential depressions that span decades. I’ve been down for a while now but I feel that old spring click & I’m about ready to launch onto a new era or euphoria & I know how it feels to soar so high & I know at the end I’ll crash & burnout, but I love it. Here we go again. (Hold on rollercoasterride, precious life, precariously dear.)

I ❤ U

All the
smallbeautiful things
I want to share with you in
Old blankets
And lived-in journal pages…
//
Good-night, dear-
Good, isn’t it?
How you
just sort of…
Fall in love – Don’t you?

Fifty-Eight Degrees and Cloudy

Follow the raven,
Flow on the wind’s wishes
Over telephone wires
And the tip-tops of
Tree branches budding,
Chimes singing up and down
Our street in the breeze.
(Call me, call me,
Up and down the road,
Call me, call me,
And there we go…)

???

I don’t know.
Which direction to go?
“No answer,” has been
My answer for a long run.
An attempt
At staying in the flow,
At the mercy of
The wind’s blow.
Abdication of responsibility
In my non-responsive state.
Time to put my root down,
Stand firm in all that
I aim to create.

dark impulses

a need to be loved.
ever moving toward balance
in all things.

all the temptations of
incarnation in the flesh.

my desires for honesty

and openness.
essentially, the essence of

being a human.

dark as in base impulses,

inborn impulses,
the kind of drives coiled deeply

into soul
while still gestating in

the dark womb.

driven by an

unconditional loving-kindness,

a love mother feels

for her child before
they are everborn,
that love the darkness

we are born from

holds for all her children,

now and always.

·

manifest fear can be

such a small thing.
i face it over and over again,
forever falling off cliffs
into the abyss.

how many times must one visit

tartarus before it starts to feel

like a second home?
we come from chaos,
from darkness,

from nothing.

is she deserving of our fear?

perhaps irreverent reverence

would better do the trick.

free will has plenty a surprise

up her sleeve,

you best believe it.
On Tradition

Aus Gott wird man gebor'n, in Christo stirbet man. //////////////// Und in dem heil'gen Geist fängt man zu leben an.

rotwork

"If you're not living on the edge, you're taking up too much space." - anonymous

eucasite

@eucasite

themortarandpestlelife

Vingettes Of A Memoir

We Listen To Mary Magdalene (Lady Nada)

Just another WordPress.com site

Providence Community Acupuncture

Affordable Acupuncture 7-days a week

Zero Waste Millennial

Low-impact, low-tech, low budget.

Passion School

Teaching You How to Come Alive