Thursday, October 2, 2014

Paradox

"The deepest things in life come not singly but in paradoxical pairs, where the light and the dark intermingle."
~Parker J. Palmer

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

One Foot in the Rabbit Hole



















"Mmm... Don't fall for me!"

But it was already Fall.
I was counting the leaves to check the time.
It was half past infinity.
And we were in the Garden of Eden.
God forgot to kick us out.
We just hid in a bush.
Lucky for us He likes surprises...
I catch a shimmer in your eye and put it in my pocket. I heard it's good luck, plus it keeps me warm when you're not around.
"We're nuts, aren't we?"
Your eyes look careful, but behind them lies not a care in the world.
"Well yeah... I mean, we're not exactly supposed to be here."
A soft breeze finds its way onto our cheeks while we kiss, in an attempt to paint our souls to immortalise the moment.
Wind is Time's paintbrush, and we're its canvas.
The dance of the paintbrush tickles us both into an almost torturous laugh.
All it's doing is adding layers of colour to our souls, gently smoothing out the rough edges from some long forgotten past.
"You cold?"
I take out a few more shimmers from your eyes and sprinkle them around us. They just lay there, floating around our bodies, warming us up.
Slowly lifting us...
To a new sky.


Thursday, September 25, 2014

Alchemy

Dreams are thoughts infused with a magical desire fueled by a higher calling to regain what has been lost, to remember what has been forgotten. The process by which those thoughts become reality is called  alchemy.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Language Within a Language

”The Paris Review” - Spring of 1982 - no.83
Stanley Kunitz (interviewed by Chris Busa) - The Art of Poetry


Stanley Kunitz (interviewed by Chris Busa) - The Art of Poetry









Saturday, September 13, 2014

Noise

"We are quite probably dreaming all the time, but consciousness makes so much noise that we no longer hear the dream when awake."
- Carl Jung, Children's Dreams

Friday, September 5, 2014

Decisions

Love is this path that demands to be walked. It’s a story that demands to be written. Every time you try to leave it, it follows you home and knocks on your door til you open. It smiles and comes in without letting you say a word, sits on your couch and starts telling you its problems, as if you didn’t have anything important to solve, like what to do with your life and how to do something without getting nudged every day by an incessant tick constantly reminding you of some promise you apparently made before you were born. Which stream of thoughts do I follow to get to the bottom of this? I tried thousands, and all lead to the same answer: I don’t know. Do I keep digging to find out if there’s any meaning to it or do I finally throw my shovel and yell “Abort mission!”? Who in their right mind would do either of those things? And who in their right mind would just sit and do nothing?! That’s what I mean by Stuck. I just want to swing, God damn it! What don’t you get?


"Reason becomes unreason when separated from the heart." - C. G. Jung

Friday, July 25, 2014

Cosmic Reverie

"The cosmic reverie … is a phenomenon of solitude which has its roots in the soul of the dreamer.

Cosmic reveries separate us from project reveries. They situate us in a world and not in a society. The cosmic reverie possesses a sort of stability or tranquility. It helps us escape time. It is a state. Let us get to the bottom of its essence: it is a state of mind… Poetry supplies us with documents for a phenomenology of the soul. The entire soul is presented in the poetic universe of the poet."

- Gaston Bachelard

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Elevator

"Just let yourself fall already."
I was still afraid to open my eyes
The elevator door opened at 9:12am.  I have no idea how long I've been in here, since my phone died and I have no other way to check the time.
The only company I have is the sound of my growling stomach.
And a song stuck in my head.
I have a shovel at least, to dig my subconscious.
And a big mirror.
Too bad the light's out.
Sitting in a lotus position, it's so soothing to just...
Allow my own emptiness to consume me...
My desire is a never ending spiral, vibrating from all the pain.
Crying out for help.
"Yes, how can I help you? Yeah I'd like to find the purpose of life. Would you like fries with that?"
Fuck it, while I'm at it, I might as well fall victim of my own illusions just to pass time.
And scream.
At the top of my lungs.
It's ridiculous. I'm trapped in this elevator, where, as a kid, I'd play with the buttons.
Now, they're just staring at me, almost laughing.
I'm stuck somewhere between the eighth and the ninth.
Eight is just God who decided to stand up.
Too bad he can't reach 9 so I can get off.
I guess that's my purpose.
To figure out how to get to 9.
Laughing hysterically, banging on the walls.
The echo fades away like a riff.
Each time.
I filled my life with echos, only because they sounded good, but in the end, they all faded away.
I look in the mirror. There's someone staring at me. It's hypnotic.
I forgot who I am.
It's absurd.
I think for the past three or four hours I've been yelling "what?!" every two minutes.
Each time I throw the question, I reel back more emptiness.
I wish I had a bed.
I couldn't sleep either way. It's been years since I've slept.
What if I painted something on the mirror?
I'm somewhere in my subconscious.
If I'd start paining, I'd do it in a trance state, then wake up to a finished painting of... myself.
Whose eyes are those?
Why bother spying on me? Can't you see I'm schizophrenic?
Hey. Look at me when I'm talking to you!
Looks like I scared him off.
Even the Devil is afraid of boredom.
There's a memo glued to the ceiling.
"All you need is love."
Suddenly, the elevator falls to zero.
Fuck. I was so close.
Well, it's always fun starting over.

Monday, July 21, 2014

mixed emotions

stuck
in a cloud
with the quiet pain
in which I indulge
like a ruin.
above, a rainbow
that I keep trying to grab
and I keep falling
in these clouds
of clueless ideas.
I look up and see
two bright stars
like fire,
they’re the center
of an eternal dance.
I see my shadows
spinning around them
an unmistakable spark
in the abyss.
falling forever
one day
at a time.
one spark
one bright spark
and I’ll be gone.
below, two bluebirds
uniting the sky and the earth…
what a dance!
if only
I would fall already.
I don’t care
if you catch me
I’m happy
in my beautiful
misery.
so run
in any direction
the light is never far.
how could it be
if you’re it?