I no longer worry about god let him
worry about himself.
I have gotten over that.
If one doesn’t concern oneself with the god or gods what should be the focus of their person? Who then do we adjure to pull our ass from the fire? Especially as in the case of Cuauhtemoc and the Spaniards, when it was in honor of a benevolent deity that his royal feet were roasted off the bone while he screamed in agony. Continue Reading »
I can chase you, and I can catch you, but there is nothing I can do to make you mine. ~Morrissey
I have been grasping since the moment I was born for the breast holding life’s milk, suckling with all my strength for a few drops of the salty elixir sustaining life. It is a thirst never quenched for as long as it takes the moon to be sliced in half. The gnawing an undulating serpent constricting my souls squeezing them tighter with every exhalation. Continue Reading »
Last night I dreamt that somebody loved me. No hope, no harm, just another false alarm. ~Morrissey
I have a reoccurring nightmare that I am a lovable being, that someone finds me acceptable no matter the circumstances, that I am chosen until death do part, that I am fully known and still the other smiles in my presence. Why is that a nightmare when it sounds like bliss? Because it sets me up for a glass shattering slam dunk, a spike crashing me into an unforgiving hardwood volleyball court. The fantasy is not my reality. Continue Reading »
Let it be. ~John Lennon
If I could give one bit of advice I could go and back and share with my younger self and to generations following, advice benefitting them and society, it would be, “Let it be.” My father, a contemporary of but not a fan of Lennon phrased it thus; “Don’t sweat the little shit.” with the corollary, ‘It’s all little shit.” Would I listen to my future self? Probably not. I didn’t fully drink in the ramifications of my dad’s wisdom until much later in life. Continue Reading »
The raven for being so black
Shines brighter than silver.
~Bonnie Buckley Maldonado
I once befriended Raven, a jet black, obsidian feathered Raven. She descended from on high like a demigod barely flexing a wing muscle until she pulled up her feathered arms to perch on a slender branch in the gnarled tree I was using as a backrest while meditating on the glories of the warm and sunny day beneath stark skies in the back of beyond. Continue Reading »
I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul. ~Bob Dylan
It is not possible to love deeply, to give the heart without also giving the soul or one of the souls. Love is a total immersion project. A bodacious spelunking into unmapped, underwater water caves without a guiding light and only the soul testing for life. Continue Reading »
He not busy being born is busy dying. ~Bob Dylan
If I was to identify a method to continue the being born process, I would say to look in the direction of continuous learning. From the moment of birth, the infant is bombarded with stimuli helping it learn, grow, adapt, learn more. Continue Reading »