Friday, August 26, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
I gave so much of myself to the infection, I always seem to give too much of myself at the onset, until I’m all used up, weak, tired, vulnerable, and alone, until I have nothing left to give, until the fever has subsided and can never again be rekindled, until the wound that once gaped open, festering, pestilent, tender, has sealed over, immune, until the rib that pierced my side is healed, ever stronger, ever harder to break - now that it has known the pain of such a fracture. I will keep these scars as mementos. I think I’m finally come to a realization, that I’ve finally found the elusive, elysian cure within myself. My very blood pulses with it. The antibodies have been cultured. I think I will be okay.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
decipher the trail of my veins, as you peel away my bruises,
look into these eyes that no longer see
examine these lungs that no longer breath
listen to these old bones creak, heavy with the whispered burdens of 87 years
look at these old hands, creased, calloused with the labours of a life unfulfilled
feel the wrinkles of these chapped lips, hiding secrets never spoken,
study the larynx of this dry throat, stifling mundane words like afraid, hold, and love
ask me about apnea, and I’ll tell you what catches my breath
ask me about tachycardia, and I’ll tell you what makes my heart race
discover what makes it tick, and I’ll tell you what made it stop.
eventually, everywhere, everybody dies.
why should I fear death? There’s far more to fear in living.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
— William Pfaff
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Monday, August 8, 2011
Sleep well
With untroubled dreams that never wake your slumbering lids
And a ceaseless breathing that never betrays your somnolent lips
Gently, I unplug your ears and take off my eyes
We lie in a silence, void of any wavelength of light or any undercurrent of modernity
Allow you to slip into a meditation unencumbered by your daily burdens
Sacrifice your fears to the pyre of the Sun
For the Moon will have only your musings
Demagnetize my touch and feel nothing but the peace that lies between us
Let there be nothing else between us
As I baptize you in a reconciliation between mind and soul
Your body confesses its faults to mine
And we bathe in a forgiveness all our own
What lies between sleep and waking hours?
Only the sacrament of our tranquility.
Could we remain in this liminal reality forever?
No, but for you, I would.
Friday, August 5, 2011
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
How to Meditate
-lights out-
fall, hands a-clasped, into instantaneous
ecstasy like a shot of heroin or morphine,
the gland inside of my brain discharging
the good glad fluid (Holy Fluid) as
i hap-down and hold all my body parts
down to a deadstop trance-Healing
all my sicknesses-erasing all-not
even the shred of a ‘I-hope-you’ or a
Loony Balloon left in it, but the mind
blank, serene, thoughtless. When a thought
comes a-springing from afar with its held-
forth figure of image, you spoof it out,
you spuff it off, you fake it, and
it fades, and thought never comes-and
with joy you realize for the first time
‘thinking’s just like not thinking-
So I don’t have to think
any
more’
Jack Kerouac
I was told from a young age that God exists. And I believed. One might even say I was indoctrinated.
You were told from a young age that God does not exist. And you believed in Nietzsche’s proclamations. One might even say you were indoctrinated.
Like it or not, we are not so different, you and I. We all adhere to a set of beliefs, each unique, each our own. I choose to believe in something more, and that gives me hope. You choose to believe in nothing. Tell me, what does nothing give you? I’m not trying to preach, to save you, to make you agree with me, for I certainly have more questions than answers, and I gave up on evangelism long ago. I’m simply asking you to respect my beliefs, even if you can’t understand them, or me, and in exchange, I will endeavor to grant you the same courtesy.
I believe in Truth beyond that which we can comprehend, and by that Truth, God exists - even if just in my mind – there is no reasoning, there is no arguing about who’s right and who’s wrong, there are no facts, only interpretations.
We won’t know until we know, and that is enough for me.