::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?

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Not yet.

I never got to say goodbye, love.
Not before you left me.
And I'm not ready, love, to let you go.

I see your face now, in the crowd.
I know it's fake though, you're in the clouds.

I cried today, love . . . And I'm not ready to say


Tuesday, October 30, 2012


Mother Nature fights back against the plague we've created on her face. She's so much deeper than we know, her soul buried under the burning mechanical surface we have built.  She draws from this to wash away the grime of our world, and we tremble, in awe at her power.

As I stand here, feet solid in the soft earth, wind whipping around me, rain washing the world clean again, I am calm. Calm amid chaos, refusing to panic as she -- as she tears down the world we've built.

There's something reassuring about the rain.
(once more, for those who missed it)
There's something reassuring about the rain.

Yes. Our lives have been solid shaken.
Yes. Our homes have been destroyed.
Yes. Our loved ones have been hurt and lost.

In a world where we are accustomed to controlling every detail, though, it's reassuring to be reminded of how very little we do control.

Every idea we have, every feat of engineering, we have stolen from the Earth.  It's been done before, and while our own machines may burn and grind and lift into the air, there's no replacing the beauty of a bird on the wing. We are far from the perfection that is nature, and as we continue to reach too far into nature's coin-purse, surely the consequences will become clear.

Mother Nature fights back.

There's something reassuring about the rain.

Monday, October 22, 2012

See me.

He is a mystery
Another challenger

He is a charmer too
Swept me away

I just want to know
I just want to know

Baby tell me
Your dreams

What are your secrets
What's your destiny

Say it's with me
Say it's with me

He is a mystery
cur i os ity

So tell me
Can't he see
Can't he see


Wednesday, October 3, 2012