Five minutes, any day. Spent writing—something anything not for anyone anything no edits no outlines no plans no correction, this is where it goes.enjoy.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

walking to stay upright

It all depends on where you put your eyes.
Are you looking down?  Are you examining the grains of sand in the dirt at your feet, the flecks of leaves, the million tiny particles that are piled on top of one another so far down that there isn't a clue in the world as to how deep they really go?  Are you looking at your toes, watching the scuffs on the white rubber, the stains that tell stories, just like the first one you tried so hard to avoid collecting?
Are you looking right in front of you, watching where you put one foot at a time, one foot and then the other and then that one and so on as you go?  Are you watching for pitfalls, holes, miry trenches and traps and twists and nettles?  Are you surprised when you find some flowers?
Or do you look beyond, far beyond?  Are you looking so far you see the sun in the sky and the distant horizon, straining to see the sea so far ahead of you?  Are you watching ever for what's to come, always looking forward and heading towards that hopeful future?

I think it all depends on where we look.  And someday we seek the small things and the details, sometimes we're just walking to stay upright, and then there are those days when nothing matters but the only things that matter and those are so far beyond us we don't see the ground at all.

It's all there.

But it all depends on where you put your eyes.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Ambivalent (Vital) Mirages

running fleeing skittering
out out out
it's going going going

running away
Away but what reason
what reasons compel them
compel them to do so
to do such harm

To me there is no reason
but that's just my opinion
but what can you do but watch
and what does she do but look unsure
and watch them run to the dark corners
the darkest dark and blackest black corners
and they're gone

and whence have they gone?
what shall we do whilst they disappear?
What can we do?
Where could you ever go
where can i ever go
to find what's vanished
to reveal what's hidden
to chase down what runs too fast
to claim what can't be held
and see again what cannot be seen?
and yet
here they are
 but yet
only as
as ever
they are
only perhaps

Perhaps holds no promises nor compels them to stay

Monday, March 12, 2012

We live in a state of constant rebellion

What is your passion?
What is your drive?
What is it that you've been putting your heart your soul your mind your thoughts your dreams your wishes your every waking desire into?
What is it that's consuming you?

What is it that makes you want to wake up every morning?
What is it that gives you chills when you pick it up?  thrills when you look it over?

What is it that brings tears to your eyes?
Where is it that you find your beauty?

Where do you create your love?
Where do you discover your meaning?

What pushes pulls tugs aches yanks on that heart of yours so much that it hurts sometimes?  that you don't even understand why?
What is your motivation?
What makes you want to move forward? move on? live longer? keep going?  never stop?  never turn back?
What is it that pushes you on?

Where do you go to find that?
What did you do to get it?

What are you going to do about it?

What are you going to do with it as you live as you're living right now? right now and farther down the road? now and always?

What have you been neglecting it for?