The sun shines,
Quietly, gracefully, majestically;
It is just there
Facing me
Ever so simply.
“Do what you must do”
7.14.2021
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The sun shines,
Quietly, gracefully, majestically;
It is just there
Facing me
Ever so simply.
“Do what you must do”
7.14.2021
I dropped a yarn
Into an abyss
Where thousands of seconds passed
Yet nothing else moved
Then, the wind blew;
A coincidental numb,
A happen chance glance at the bright sun,
And a whistle to the brief jazz in the air
Led me to draw my world,
Wrinkled in scribbles,
Holding on to what I hope to be
My truth.
7.13.2021
Have I failed to remember
The blue blossom of a rose
Standing quietly on a cold winter morning blue sky
Somethings that are better unsaid, better un-photographed, better savored wholly,
That I vowed I would remember,
But have I failed to remember.
Like the tear drops of a yawn in a fluffy afternoon bath of yellow sunflower sunlight
They slipped through my tired finger tips, leaving minuscule slips of paper cuts.
Yes, I may have forgotten. Yes, I am growing thicker skin, stiffer joints, and stickier sentiments.
But in my prayer, in the weave of movements, in the scribbles of thoughts, I hope it lives on in the hearts of my fellows.
And if a gracious grant may allow me, may I dare to carry on with my remaining life, contend with closing this chapter, and dream for a life to move on.
7.12.2021
Perhaps this is the beginning of something,
something that breaks away from the chains of law
of nature.
Perhaps it existed before I was born,
but then again,
I was only alive for a flitting second of the earth.
So, perhaps now is the time to hold on to the invisible
To cross this Rubicon
As some say, ‘life is for the brave’.
7.11.2021