::imaginative introspection::

Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.

Do you like the image of yourself?

Monday, November 29, 2010


anyone can see it
the fear that rises up 
from somewhere so 
you're afraid to look there. 

what is it, love, that makes you tremble in the sunshine?

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

the loud, dangerous, beautiful world that is.

Life, so fleeting -- like birds on a line,

first full, heavy 

with burdens which bring great joy
and knowledge
and music
but constantly changing,
each little burden called away
by some greater cause,
or blown away by harsh winds,
or frightened by the great,
beautiful world that is.