The bloom of the present moment

I often sit and wonder what this coming year will hold. There is only one thing I can be sure of, and that is the fact that life will be what it is. I mean If I get sick, I will be sick. If I break my arm, my arm will be broken. If I learn to levitate, then levitate I will, and probably too much.
the funny thing about life is you can only live it as it comes to you. You can only experience it and live in it in this very moment. And it, will be what it is. Of that you can be sure. So, in preperation of the waves, I hope to learn to surf so to speak because I do not believe the waves will stop any time soon. It is that or as Chris so eloquently says, be the "wings that beat upon the ground in vain".

Knives dont have your back

Emily Haines & the soft skeleton.

I love this record.

I think everyone should run out and buy it.

The Lonesome lows don't just go away overnight...

A little kick ass beauty before we die

funny the random thoughts that roll around inside this empty cave (my head).

Thoughts

Our boat was leaky, but it was the right boat.

Hopes

I hope someday you will wear my memory like a prized necklace
instead of the bruise you thought it became.

I hope there is some joy inside you that I missed and did not kill.

I hope forgiveness steals in while I'm not looking.

Ive heard it said but I've trouble believing

When God wants to do something beautiful, it starts with difficulty.
When God wants to do something exquisite, it starts with impossibility.

A little Leonard Cohen

Baby, I've been here before. I know this room,
I've walked this floor. I used to live alone before I knew you.
Yeah I've seen your flag on the marble arch,
But listen, love is not some kind of victory march,
No it's a cold and it's a very broken
Hallelujah.Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, (Hallelujah...)
There was a time you let me know
What's really going on below,
Ah but now you never show it to me, do you?
Yeah but I remember, yeah when I moved in you,
And the holy dove, she was moving too,
Yes every single breath that we drew was
Hallelujah.Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah.
Maybe there's a God above,As for me,
all I've ever seemed to learn from love
Is how to shoot at someone who outdrew you.
Yeah but it's not a complaint that you hear tonight,
It's not the laughter of someone who claims to have seen the light
No it's a cold and it's a very lonely
Hallelujah.Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah.
I did my best, it wasn't much.
I couldn't feel, so I learned to touch.
I've told the truth, I didn't come all this way to fool you.
Yeah even tough it all went wrong
I'll stand right here before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my lips but
Hallelujah.Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah.Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah.

I have seen my ancient face

"We are all wounded inside in some way or other. We all carry unhappiness within us for some reason or other. Which is why we need a little gentleness and healing from one another. Healing in words, and healing beyond words. Like gestures. Warm gestures. Like friendship, which will always be a mystery. Like a smile, which someone described as the shortest distance between two people.

Yes, the highest things are beyond words.

That is probably why all art aspires to the condition of wordlessness. When literature works on you, it does so in silence, in your dreams, in your wordless moments. Good words enter you and become moods, become the quiet fabric of your being. Like music, like painting, literature too wants to transcend its primary condition and become something highter. Art wants to move into silence, into the emotional and spiritual conditions of the world. Statues become melodies, melodies become yearnings, yearnings become actions."
- Ben Okri, "Beyond Words", A Way of Being Free

Some day I will move to a small farm

and one night
having cut the wood
for the evenings fire

I will sit on the porch
with Orions sword
pointing at my home

with a cup of tea
held close
to help keep my fingers
from losing their
feeling

with my dogs
curled
up at my feet

I will think of you

perhaps with a tear
perhaps with a smile

but I will
think of you

and as I sit watching
the snow begin to fall
with the
small spots of white
drifting
out of the thickening
mist

I will realize
at some point along the way

I've forgiven you.

We wash our bowls in this water

I guess one of the things that has been disturbing me for a while is the fact that water has become a commodity.

The Earth is a closed hydrological system. It has a specific amount of water. No more, no less. As mankind pollutes its own water supply we cannot make more. There are approximately 1.5 billion cubic kilometers of water on earth. It is believed that the process of photosynthesis/respiration cycles this volume once every two million years or so. The earth has the capability of cleaning our water, but not, I believe, at the rate we currently are contaminating it. The purification of water naturaly takes time. So the way I see it is, big business controls the water since it can now be bought and sold. Big business pollutes the available water making drinkable water rarer and more valuable increasing the value of their "product". I believe drinkable water should be a human right and not something that can be bought or sold. How soon before we have to pay to collect rain water?

we fill are jars in reservoirs

dreamt this holiday weekend.

I am in a tree. I climbed the tree to hide from my mother. I am carving a piece of dead wood into a sculpture in the heart of the tree. I have already carved a watcher or a sentinel and placed him atop the post of the fence seperating the tree I'm in from the empty wheatfield to my left. The watcher waits patiently as the wind blows the wheat in golden waves. My mother exits the car that pulls up to the curb and enters the field with the tree between two red brick buildings. Everything is red and gold, muted color, like a hand tinted black and white photo. Like a scene out of the 50's.

All my barriers are showing

Well this year for Christmas I thought I would take myself out for Chinese because I have this strange affinity for the humor of it... (based on "a Christmas story") I had Dim Sum, not duck, but the english was just as bad. Very excellent food none the less. 4 Sesame balls, 3 lotus seed buns, 4 seafood shu mai, 4 chicken meatballs and 4 waterlily leaf chicken and sticky rice. A wonderful christmas meal. Funny, the young asian girl said "I see you before" when I walked in. It was my first time there. So I sat, Eating my dim sum, watching "The Transporter" playing on the television in the background. Not too bad for a Christmas memory.

Thank You My Angel

thank you my angel
for blessing me
with these words and for giving me
what i was hungry for
taste of dirt
from the floor of heaven

thank you my angel
for cutting off my hands
forbidding me
to trace the lines of this miracle
across the great divide
for making love a foreign language

thank you my angel
for fluttering
out my window for telling me
all those lies about myself
it was your way of bandaging the bleeding

thank you my angel
for the clutter of my life
for dragging me
to the edge of the wilderness
to lie here by myself
just outside the land of promise

You must be certain of the devil...

I could feel her prescence as I lay in bed preparing to go to sleep. She was all around me, inside me, plucking at my brain and pushing into my eyes in spite of the enclosing darkness. Then, very clearly and very quietly, right behind my head, she said, "die young." and disappeared.

These thorns are yours

Current listening:

THE TEAR GARDEN

TIRED EYES SLOWLY BURNING

lets spread some christmas cheer

I'll drink the moonlight from your hands
I'll swim an ocean filled with sorrow
no lover please don't go
we can crucify tomorrow
let the sunlight feed the air
let it fill our lungs with lies
we'll be memorized by shadows
but our loneliness will survive.

now the sugar in your soft voice
makes the sweetness in your weeping
and the black rose that you swallowed
feeds the solitude you're dreaming
no I'll never taste your tears again
in the darkness that we're breathing in
now the sun will kill the garden
in a universe thats bleeding.

I want to

LOOM.
So, this time of year is starting to get to me. Thinking about the holidays you know. Never really a stable time for me, but darker and more difficult this time thru. I am trying and maybe I will get there you never know. I guess I will just spend my christmas with everyone else that is spending it alone. Anyway I am starting to get irritated so I guess I'd better go.

I feel power, flowing through my veins and out my eyes

... the world cannot be analyzed correctly into distinct parts; instead must be regarded as an indivisible unit in which seperate parts appear as valid approximations only in the classical [i.e., newtonian] limit... Thus at the quantum level of accuracy , an object does not have any "intrinsic" properties (for instance wave or particle) belonging to itself alone;instead, it shares all its properties mutually and indivisibly with the systems with which it interacts.

David Bohm, Quantum theory. Prentice-Hall, New Jersey, 1958 pp 161-162.

It is hard at times to believe that all things are connected. And other times it just makes sense. I find Myself (ie my ego) at odds with it. I like to think of myself as seperate. But I also know and rely on the fact that all things are connected. I cant escape...

Further clarification of "cat power"

I believe it is pronounced shawn. Chan Marshall, is amazing. I think everyone should buy them all.