Sweet Sweet Darkness mmmm

image from Texas Startup.

A poem sent to me by a loved-one.  Most appropriate timing.  Synchronicities unite.

You must learn one thing.
    The world was made
            to be free in.
Give up all the other worlds
except the one to which you belong.
Sometimes it takes darkness
     and the sweet confinement
of your aloneness
            to learn
     anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive
    is too small for you.

-David Whyte, *Sweet Darkness*

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Thoughts on a Rainforest Monsoon-type Day, North Vancouver, the fifth month of the two-thousand-and-seventh imposter year:

Wanderlust is always timely for the wandering kind. 

Sharp knives are always hilarious to those with sharpness in their eyes.  Like likens to like. 

The red belt comes off at dawn, to rest these boxed-in hips, these boxed-in eyes. 

Eyes on repeat.  Open them.  Open, open your eyes.  This is your reason for being.

"Pretty boys with skinny ties" make me think of women and hard kisses.  You don't care what she pushes you up against, just as long as it's done.  And quickly.

I hope I live to walk on the moon.

Comments

[Doktor Holocaust]

it IS an impostor year! THEY have been screwing with the calendar and the clock since the days of ancient Rome, knowing full well that it's now how people spend their money that counts, but how they spend their time, and that they can't spend it the way they ought to if they don't know what time it actually is.

I love that line about sharp knives. Vesper, you may have cured me of my poetry-aversion. I still won't try writing it, as I think in big intimiating college-textbook paragraphs and poems just don't work for conveything that kind of thing, but I love the stuff you write.

[vesper]

thank you dok....that means a lot to me. :)

[Devil Mood]

You must teach me to have such ...fantastic thoughts! I love that poem, I really do!

[Cathy]

I haven't been by in a LONG time...glad you're still here (and not on the moon yet)...

[Shaz Madden]

Just amazing honey.

[tamie]

mm, you're wonderful. swaying where the wind blows.

[Jetson]

Not that the Jetson knows anything but...

A good poem is the collaboration between the thought and the pen to prohibit the spaces that so often come between them.

This was a very good poem.

[luzie]

delicious words.. just what i needed tonight.

[becoming amethyst]

good goddess! i LOVE those david whyte words ~ split me open true and wild. i really must read more of him...