A Fall
I'm hanging off a ledge Fingers slipping, Knuckles locked in fear I don't dare look below.
But the cliff isn't that high. When I fall Barely a moment will pass And I'd feel the warm earth under my feet.
I know all this, Yet I can't let go.
I'm hanging off a ledge Fingers slipping, Knuckles locked in fear I don't dare look below.
But the cliff isn't that high. When I fall Barely a moment will pass And I'd feel the warm earth under my feet.
I know all this, Yet I can't let go.
Rational Anxious Heart Quiet
There is no chess match when multiple universes stretch and frown and squat to shit; when the existence of parallel realities in physics proves that tragedy and comedy, love and hate, life and death, were never really opposites; when language and being and knowing themselves are revealed to have been blinded by dumb binaries.
Run towards the darkness, sweet peas, and shine.
Every time someone steps up and says who they are, the world becomes a better, more interesting place.
All opposites, All dichotomies Are false, sans time.
Life over time becomes death, Love becomes loss, And perhaps also hate.
Tragedy to comedy. Light to darkness. Misery unto strength.
Everything can become nothing, Over time. Give it time.
Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.
Your heart can hold everything.
Including the world — its darkness and its light.
Including your story, including my story — including the story of all of us…
So moved by sensations & textures That yearn to be understood. My being consumed by patterns.
Tapping into the pulse of the universe, Connected to the history of life And to the artist.
A person, Like me. Who can feel so intensely.
If you think about it properly, there's nothing real anywhere. There's only the choice with which you fill emptiness