Eyelids drop downward.
Gravity’s mammoth power
Wins, against focus.
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Heated Souls
Seduced, curving flesh,
Muscle sinew, bones and skin
Lust birthed from an arc.
Live YOUR Life
Live only your life
For there is not time enough
For both of our dreams.
Weapons
My arsenal: immense.
Words, written and spoken,
Mightier than swords
And, perhaps, other weaponry.
A verbal quiver; a thing
Of might!
I seek connection
I’ve seen life’s frivolousness, the extreme fickleness of fate. A randomness haunting life. This uncertainty drives many to fear. Me? Connection: my drive is to connect, deeply, richly. Not simply awareness of Facebook updates (or Facebook’s kin). Rather to comment, engage, share: whether that’s humor, insight or compassion. An actual presence, of which we both are aware. Friends and family: this matters most. If, at the end of our life, no one cares, or worse, our death generates a feeling of relief, a release from the miseries we’ve inflicted, has our life any value?
Fireworks
Clouds flickering bright
For a moment, each color
Too fast for dreaming.
July Fourth Fun
This July Forth, one of the key things I’m doing: cleaning out my inboxes. I’ve been quite over-full with activity, and this was one area sacrificed.
Brings back to the front of mind a continuous quandary: information flow. I have a huge array of interests, thus have subscribed to a huge number of email lists. And, like today, most of what I’m doing is dumping those emails into the trash. Even the ones being saved to “read later”. That’s something happening less and less: “reading later”. Slowly, I continue culling subscriptions. It’s hard, really hard.
Iteratively, I’m defining/refining my interests. And weeding out what I won’t read, or keep the most up-to-date with. This weeding has been the most painful. Even with knowing I can look things up instantly. Perhaps it’s a legacy: I’d keep magazine subscriptions of stuff that I cared about to “read later”. Though it might be weeks or even months later, having access to that knowledge was critical. Throwing them out meant losing ready access to that info. Now I am a simple Google search away. Just need to convince my brain.
I see these elements, struggling with the changes I’ve lived through. It seems, simply, that its mostly about becoming fully aware of the conflict. I view this process as psychic debugging.
Lastly, and don’t worry. I’ll still get out and enjoy US Independence Day. Cheers, all!
Lighting Upon My Gaze
Light flickers
Dancing upon lidded eyes.
Glowing life filters through,
Specifics blurred to dreams.
Hints of reality loiter
Carried upon tone and echo.
Demanding call of vacant
Ringing. Summers and friends
Long vanished.
Dusty eddies carry off
All hints of their
Existence.
Taekwondo
For the past few years, taekwondo has been my main side activity. The only larger pieces of my life have been work and writing; perhaps it’s tied with photography. So, I thought it good to share some of what I’m experiencing here.
Most delightful has been weightloss. I’ve managed to drop around 20 pounds since I started. This is more than the martial art, as I’ve worked hard to increase my fitness level, but it has been the central activity. And I’ve developed better balance and strength.
My whole family participates, so it’s been particularly joyful. Plus all three of us have developed good friendships with our fellow students.
So, I leave you with a few things I’m most proud of. Above, you see my red-belt test results. And, below, is a video of my board breaks for the same test.
Modern Life
Tunneling in to this thing called life.
Puzzling singularly of activity and focus.
Dreams fade as fast as old friends.
Birthing the regrets of calm reflection.