" deep south "

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waiting quietly in the corners, the glints of refracted lights shine in the shadows. when i see you pass by, i am looking at a stranger. i feel nothing at all.

my eyes ache with the lack of moisture. seeking, metering the blinking, holding out my arms to the world, screaming out into the void.

we're at the point of no return; there is no going back.

you are a stranger, you are a stranger.

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waiting for you in the streets, the sun is out and high in a clear blue. i see you walking towards me with the light of the bright star at your back, as if ushered forward with a golden haloed outline. overcome by a great love, i feel everything.

my heart aches with a swell and everything in the universe blurs away is a haze. i lift up my arms to you and welcome you into them, whispering my hellos.

we're at the point of no return; there is no going back.

you are the only person i have ever known.

tonight's homework:

no matter the argument, rift, or quarrel, find a way towards understanding and reconciliation.

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" feel everything at all times "

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she resides completely in the present moment, head knocked left a touch, and her eyes flutter for a second before resting still and glistening.

with each breath inward, there is the expanding memory of the entire universe known and recycled. with each metered exhale, the balance is restored, and the body remains calm and at rest. joys, exuberance, well-being, nostalgia, intimacy, memory, beauty, youth, and vitality.

there amidst the afternoon, overcast in all of its swirling gray whispers passing through, the relative stillness of the day has time to reflect upon itself. in the distance there are the sounds of cars driving by, children laughing, potholes being discovered by the large tires of delivery trucks, birds at play, airplanes overhead, and the cacophony resounds.

just a shared moment with such delight, with such a private relish, it is as if no one has ever felt this way before. the end of the afternoon leading into the evening, and all is well and right in the world.

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 each day in sweet contemplation on all facets, all ideas flourishing, all ideas brewing, all the loves, all the deaths, all the future travels from here to there to here to there. a meditation, a consultation with the Self, a conversation. 
 we spend so much of our time in states of doubt and confusion, of course it will affect us, but perhaps with more practice and active awareness, we begin to transcend the default of those reactions. 
 when you can notice your fear and anger rising, you can begin to measure your response. as in most things both mental & physical, the thought is known, forms, and makes itself present. 
 the thoughts and feelings may alter, but the body still reels and swells with emotion. the body remains most honest and echoes long after. and we may also alter and temper our reactions with active practice. 
 whether in fury or in affection, the sensations wash throughout from the top of the head to the bottoms of the soles of the feet, and each sensation sublime. 
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each day in sweet contemplation on all facets, all ideas flourishing, all ideas brewing, all the loves, all the deaths, all the future travels from here to there to here to there. a meditation, a consultation with the Self, a conversation.

we spend so much of our time in states of doubt and confusion, of course it will affect us, but perhaps with more practice and active awareness, we begin to transcend the default of those reactions.

when you can notice your fear and anger rising, you can begin to measure your response. as in most things both mental & physical, the thought is known, forms, and makes itself present.

the thoughts and feelings may alter, but the body still reels and swells with emotion. the body remains most honest and echoes long after. and we may also alter and temper our reactions with active practice.

whether in fury or in affection, the sensations wash throughout from the top of the head to the bottoms of the soles of the feet, and each sensation sublime.

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a very happy birthday to my good good peeps leola.

this year i believe shall prove a great year for broad strokes, creative adjustment, raucous laughter, delicious meals, dreams fulfilled, and a nigh ceaseless onslaught of lovely moments. very much glad to know you and that you were born’d.

ps - disco bowling still a top shelf idea for a bday party, thanks!

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 thoughts of what everyone may have in their lives on new year’s eve’s eve: 
 old friends who bring you camaraderie & loyalty, parents with strength & wisdom to offer, strangers for a sense of adventure, coworkers for laughter & mystery, children for a sense of wonderment & constant curiosity, and maybe partners for love, understanding, intimacy & a ceaseless hearttug in the right direction. 
 have at least one, you’re golden. have more than one, you’re beyond the confines of time. 
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thoughts of what everyone may have in their lives on new year’s eve’s eve:

old friends who bring you camaraderie & loyalty, parents with strength & wisdom to offer, strangers for a sense of adventure, coworkers for laughter & mystery, children for a sense of wonderment & constant curiosity, and maybe partners for love, understanding, intimacy & a ceaseless hearttug in the right direction.

have at least one, you’re golden. have more than one, you’re beyond the confines of time.

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