Transient space between
Fingertip and presence
Fingertip and presence
Connection
Transition
Evil subdued
Peaceful detachment
Category: Art
Focus
I look back
At times of impatience
Of diligence lacking
Decisive moments
At times of impatience
Of diligence lacking
Decisive moments
Reminded of the virtues:
Steadfast focus
Attention to detail
And a good tripod
Trust
She was broken and battered
Her ability to love
Damaged and misaligned
And yet
Her ability to love
Damaged and misaligned
And yet
There was to her
A tenacious spirit
She grappled despair
And brought it down
Smothering the darkness
Not so much with light
But with a glimmer
I thought it was hope
But it was trust
Not just the kind
Given to others
But the kind given to self
Given to circumstances
Given to time, and possibility
Devotion
I wonder
Sometimes
At my devotions
Sometimes
At my devotions
Could I have been better
At this or at that
Had I offered more devotion
But of all the this
And all the that
Just two devotions have mattered
A Little Music ~ A Little Dance
I remind myself
Everyday:
A little music
A little dance
Even better:
A lot
Beauty in Detail
Long have I known
Her beauty from afar
But I have longed
To know her in detail
Her beauty from afar
But I have longed
To know her in detail
The Spirit of Travel
From the very beginning
Life has always been
A journey
Life has always been
A journey
Hardened Shell
Cutting through the hardened shell
Of cognitive dissonance
And confirmation bias
Reveals a frightening realm
Of ill-defined objects
And unresolved detail
Of cognitive dissonance
And confirmation bias
Reveals a frightening realm
Of ill-defined objects
And unresolved detail
But better to crawl through
To this wilderness of consciousness
Than remain unconscious
Battering the cage
Of my own ignorance
Angles and Hard Lines
I have made myself
A collection of angles and hard lines
A manifestation of steely pride
A collection of angles and hard lines
A manifestation of steely pride
Still the shadow of nature
Falls upon me
With her supple forms
Her irregular grace
So I quiet the urge for being
Let her sunshine warm me
And become the bough
Blowing in the wind
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