A door bell,bait,dangerous frazzling in Florida heaven,fire in the ice box,ten thousand hands reaching out,lips on the glass,stifled. I will not make boring art.She likes to break the iceI like to stir it There’s no one left to be nothing to fix, no where to goRejoiceIn divine emptiness of thought!
If I’m being honest, it’s a challenge to be honest. With myself, firstly. Honesty in thought, in action, in practice. Honesty in private. How to be honest? How to know one is doing the honest thing at any given moment? Honest in relation to whom? I pick up behaviors from others and emulate them in […]
I left for the ocean as the sun stretched its rays blooming past webs of cloud. Me, levitating, anchored over beach washed sand, watching runners graze along the face. We live on the surface, I whisper to the wind. And where shall that be carried? Where shall I end up? No, I have no time […]