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
anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.
-David Whyte, *Sweet Darkness*
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.