Spring’s breath
Drifting away,
Fading to memory
Falling, decaying
Flower petals
Subsumed by
Life’s riotous
Vigor.
Author: Carl Setzer
A blogger blogging from just north of Seattle.
Fearlessness
I am not afraid
Of the abyss.
This dark, hollow space,
Deep within.
Inside my soul,
Body, staring into murky depths
Hidden from sight,
Walls grown around it,
Status quo
Of the abyss.
This dark, hollow space,
Deep within.
Inside my soul,
Body, staring into murky depths
Hidden from sight,
Walls grown around it,
Status quo
Gazing Westward At Sunset
Just had some fun with this lovely new font I found and this image I adore.
Freedom of the Abyss
I no longer fear the abyss,
Whether the cave of forbidden dreams
Or the anguish of unrequited love.
I gaze upon the emptiness
Inside of which remains the awareness of
Joyous hopes deep within the stillness.
Life unbroken and strong.
Focusing
Perfection: my ghost.
Hard: compassion for myself.
Hope: loving thyself.
Thoughts About Stairs And Short-Shorts
On the ferry yesterday, my son and I were behind a young woman. While she walked up stairs, she was clearly uncomfortable in her very short-shorts. They were short enough that we could clearly see her lack of undergarments. Her discomfort manifested mainly by her continued pulling the edges of her shorts down. Ironically, that’s what gathered my attention, this continuous motion.
I felt bad for her discomfort. And I wonder, as I’m want to do, how we found ourselves here. Why was she compelled to wear clothes that pushed her comfort levels? Was she trying to be more attractive? Was it an unconscious choice, or conscious only to see the challenges of this fashion (and resultant discomfort) too late?
Of course, we live in as culture where women and girls are supposed to be sexy, but not too sexy. It’s a strange and painful duality.
Against Fears
May someday our fears
Collapse against the bright truth
Selfless love redeems.
Dreaming curves
Time to free my mind,
Drift languidly across the
Arc of dreams.
Enough?
Never enough time.
Drifting between the fingers.
Dreams become starlight.
The sacredness of the collective
Together
Needing each other,
Concepts that challenge
Our current narrative
Of ruddy singletons
Who need no assistance.
Yet
Our need for each other:
Desperate. Alone, truly
Alone, we die. The greatest leader,
Without others accomplishes
Nothing.
Collectives
Thrive on interdependence,
When one thrives, so do all.
We tunnel into and through
Ourselves, escaping into each
Other.