Gibberish and then some...

We are... Human that is.  Whether we like to admit it or not, if we discover we are encased in meat, blood and we type,  we may be human. But then again, there are no guarantees to this attestation.  Some of us like to proclaim otherwise.  We...

Dear Human: Offering One

Greetings dear human.  I see that once again a negative has washed up on your shore.  It's easy to define the negatives by how they ignite misery in you.  Forgive me for noticing your misery.  I notice only because I care. That you are feeling...

As you think...

I listen as my friend's negative ideas strangle the joy that could heal him.  I listen as his negativity saps his vitality. I listen as he once again explains his view of reality.  Suggestions that his ideas do not correctly represent  complete...

Perfection is a second on the way to better...

Ambition by its nature searches for better.   On the surface, this drive would seem a positive necessity to include in a human's skill set. Would most agree that ambition inspires people to reach for excellence and mastery?  I am confident they...

Man, do I want this? Maybe I do?

Although it doesn't affect my breathing, my chest feels constricted.   Emerging from a consequence others have created,  thoughts battle about what it means. My fearing mind searches for responsibility.  It wants a piece of flesh.  Uncertain as to...

Truth, What Truth, Whose Truth

Many people bandy about the word truth.  When sharing a truth, they refer to themselves as honest. There is no such thing as a truth.  Honesty is also questionable in the proclamation of a truth. Most of what we call truth is conjecture, preference,...

Does it matter, hell no!

Hello from in here.  I write and then decided it's not worthy of sharing.  I have ideas and then consider they are temporary and soon to change. If you catch me in a moment, then maybe we will share.  If you don't, does it matter? Hell no and...

No More Titles, Number One

I had a dream last night. Suddenly I saw it.  A new meaning on the word responsibility, my responsibility.  It is not assigning out responsibility that the world, or more specifically my beloveds and I, will be saved. It is accepting personal...

To Whom It May Concern, No. 2

I watch as you reach for my sacredness.   With this action, you give yourself away, your motivation is not noble.  Keeping my gaze, you twist my vulnerability hoping I will howl with pain.  I watch you digging deeper, searching for more...

Gotcha!

Shadows streak underneath easy access.  Their ethereal mist is evasive as I slip deeper into the funk that is creeping, spreading through my mood. Before it's too late, by flooding my soul with awareness, the shadows recede but not before I see them...

Between the lines

Invaded ... the force enters innocently invited.  It feels cold, smells rank as though it has spent time away from light. Struggling will empower it, increase its vileness.  I know better than to engage in combat.  Competition is exactly what it...

A love affair with a metaphor

In a world teeming with varied creatures, the Spikes and Sponges are a mere  two in amongst trillions. Born of the Spike genus, every inch of his body is covered with quills.  Sharp thin spikes protrude from his thick hermetic hide.  These...

To Whom It May Concern: A New Year's Resolution

If you have found the way to be, then BE it.  Focusing on how to better demonstrate your way is the best way to promote a following.  Lecturing and debating your way's benefits doesn't do anything for me.  Show me. If you are a Christian, then...

Too New Age, She Said

She was annoyed by another woman.  A woman who comes to our art group on a regular basis.  A woman who, at first encounter, had confused me too, somewhat. After some time of interacting with this confusing-annoying-woman, I sensed something lovely...

A Season Ends

There is a season to everything.   When I notice a season changing,  memories plunge me into the coldness of goodbye.  As I feel the sting of an epilogue, I hold on in an effort to stop the inevitable.  My energies focus on arresting the change.  ...

Poking Each Other

We nudge each other awake.  Not by poking each other in the ribs, disturbing or hurting one another but by shifting our focus into our own unfurling. Occupying ourselves with awakening another is a misconception of the call throbbing in our veins. ...

Why?

Since I can remember, I have challenged the status quo.  Not outgrowing my five year old phase of 'why', questioning most established human habits reveals the artist in me. Most human habits confuse me.  I don't understand why they are carried on. ...

Can I?

Can I remain silent til the right words arise by themselves? Can I disengage from the ideas bombarding my mind that drown your sound while you express your truth to me? Can I not fear as these ideas flow by? Can I have faith the right words will...

The Trolls ... My View

I write to make sense of my world.  I write to bring the confusion that others offer me into some kind of understanding.  I write privately but oftentimes share my writes because it feels great to have someone listening. When others visit and...