Springs

Our dance is a soul wire
Worked by countless hands from the inside
Each kink is unique, some radical others subtle
The spiral reaches before dusk to beyond dawn
We forge the passions we inherit
Our rebellion will be tomorrow's base
And so we coil,
compress,
and spring.

At Home in a Hall of Chimes

Resonance in bone

Heart lungs spine arc beating

Hum the veiled dream


Currently reading :
The Nia Technique: The High-Powered Energizing Workout that Gives You a New Body and a New Life
By Debbie Rosas
Release date: By 25 January, 2005

Healing Nocturnes

I met him tonight, pale skin on moonlight

Voice chilled plum velvet, and just 'neath the tang,

With a lilt of sweet flesh in rich flavor and hue

The bite was forgotten, though lingered the fang.



I asked how he came; to converse or to maim

His response was a simper, perhaps too well done

His intentions were clear with one simple gesture

for the waltz had already begun.



Restraint barely held, and through motion impelled

With raging pulse he does often lead me

To see myself through the dark pools of his eyes,

Once again his tireless faith has freed me.

Riddle

I am what you see when you look out and see in.

I am what you speak when you pass judgement on others.

You cannot give me away, but others may take me from you.

What am I?

The Errant Lover

Love within and not without,

and your soul alone will be

Love without and not within,

and your union empty will be

Love neither without nor within,

and your destiny squandered will be

Love without and within,

and your life a channel will be.

If I told you that I loved you

If I told you that I loved you five years ago

on a particular Wednesday afternoon when the sky was clear

and the birds were silent

on a day when the sun set a little too early

and you didn't tell me what you wanted to say

If I told you I could sense your pain

as a thousand days before I had

and a thousand days since,

but couldn't see the depth or breadth or width of it

or the nature of your dismay.

If I told you I had not forgiven,

nor forgotten the trust you broke

the mending of so many tapestries interwoven

so swiftly made undone

the card neither wished to play

If I told you I can be generous

but not merciful

because of the spite in my soul

and the forever tipping scales

would you wish me away?

Support

What does it mean to support someone?

Does it mean that you take care of their chores and obligations so they can be free of them to do other, more important things?

Does it mean to listen to them, and provide your best advice with the understanding that they mean you no insult if they choose another action, or disagree with your advice?

Does it mean to listen to them, and provide no advice?

Does it mean to listen to them and take ownership of the problem to solve for them?

Does it mean to finance their dreams?

Does it mean to finance their daily needs?

Does it mean to finance their living?

Does it mean to adopt their interests yourself?

Does it mean to adopt a similar interest to theirs so you have a reference?

Does it mean to simply be present as they explore their interest, or are you now in the way?

Does it mean you defend them when they are not present?

Does it mean to agree with them in matters that your opinion is not as important to you as theirs is to them?

Does it mean to respect them enough to make your own independent decisions and the agree to disagree if need be?

Does it mean to set them free of you, to have no expectations of them. To send them the finest thoughts no matter where they are or who they are with?

Does it mean to berate them when they are to full of themselves and elevate them when they are low?

Persona and Pop Entertainment

For anyone who doubts who they are, for anyone who struggles with themselves, do you ever wonder how much of your perspectives are things you adopted without question because of repetition of exposure?

Is this why we become just like our parents in so many ways?

Is this why we sometimes fervently believe in two (or more) completely contradictory or at least highly incompatible ideals?

Is this why demographics and generation tracking works for advertisers?

I noticed in astonishment not too long ago how many music lyrics, movie lines, and other pieces of art are stored in my head; like the calls of a million salespeople making promises that may or may not be unfounded. Is this what Jung meant when he talked about the collective consciousness?

Hmm.. Chicken or Egg first? Does the collective consciousness create these similar voices, archetypes and storylines or does the repetition of exposure to the expressions of others create the echo in oneself?

Further, in our interpersonal relations, do you ever find yourself exhibiting disagreement with something you actually agree with (or vice versa) just because of the company you are keeping at that time? Is this behavior to somehow manipulate your own perspective on your personal status or to try to manipulate theirs, or perhaps is this the essence of filtering your interactions that is the basis for diplomacy?

Ocean in the Blood and Desert on the Skin

I longed for the ocean not long ago

I pined for the waves, for the rocks, for the flow

I believed it would salve my raw open heart

Would sooth me, would save me, would maybe impart

A sanity where I could finally sleep

A token perhaps of a past I could keep.

A glimpse or more of the alien mind

of companions with which I had somehow entwined.

When I finally stood in the ocean, the source

I found not an end but instead a midcourse.

A home that I carried inside of my soul

the secret that I was never unwhole.

The knowledge that I am invested within

the fire, the earth, the water and wind.

And whatever pattern they choose to weave

bears another key that I can recieve.

I soothed my heart by pouring ocean inside

I reset its beat to the rythm of tide.

The earth and fire were still waiting for me

When I went back to the desert and left the sea

With earnest soul I offer my best prayers

to the patterns of life, to the multiple layers

and am thankful to begin again

with Ocean in the Blood and Desert on the Skin.

Fire Chains and Sparklers

In the absence of wicks I couldn't take it anymore. I bent some of those cheap wire sparklers around the end of my fire chains and went at it. Take a look in my photos for more like my avatar, and a cool one of my Fire Imp. I still have a long way to go experimenting with shutter speeds and the auto-timer, but still kinda cool for self portrats.