dancing for the sun

dancing for the moon

singing for the world to turn


see that intricate webbing called bones
feel that throbbing called blood
hear
hear
hear






I sit
awake

I breathe and
sit still and breathe
I look
I watch
I see, I think



Would you sing me to sleep tonight?

I could say

"I'm just here for the ride"

but I know there to be so much more to it all
than just being, than just going along.
At the same time, though, being is so much more than just being.

So I say
I am here to find my own ride
make my own way
take my own time
smile my own smile
and use my own eyes.




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Nightwalking

I've been doing a lot of night-time-walking lately.

All stars, like glitter strewn in the back of a great mind
the moon in orange, yellow, bright red
lightning
the dark
the blue sky, the purple sky
the nightclouds that move away at speed to let the moon take over the sky

the silence
the cold night-air

Being alone.

I love this kind of solitude
when I'm all but alone.



"I am not afraid.
There is no fear in being."

[from Messiahsis, L.A. 2007]

Messiahsis

Yes, true and untrue
everything is an illusion, and Illusions have a way of liking me
as I have a way of liking them.

It's not more than a while after early evening but I feel ready to go home and sleep a while.
I have much to do tomorrow and wish to get started early. So many books and texts to scan and read and think of.

Messiahsis is getting started and I have no doubt it will be in publishable shape soon.
No doubt whatsoever.

When fallen, caught
When lost, found.

tearstain?

just blinked past my eyes.

I had dreams last night about speaking taiwanese and a little brother crying, made my heart ache for there was such hurt and loneliness as the tears were running down his face
his voice broken and sighing
as the rest of the family sat around the table and reached out their hands
Oh no, dearest little you, what is it that feels so difficult?

My fingers are stained by blueberries
My body warmed by rooibos

Everything is clear.

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