Everything was new When I was new ANd i kNew it WAs nEw
Looking across the sky Again. For the 22627th time Something keeps telling me “tHis iS oLD”
The old See afresh The value of a “day” When everything iS nEW
On the evening I made this multiple exposure photo. The birds circled…so I put them around the moon…the old old moon. Then, nested them gently between the breasts of the distant mountains. The ancient ancient mountains. It was a moment unlike any other I had ever come to love.
Standing at the window Between nothing and everything This thin membrane Protecting the nothing Before everything Explodes inside my head
An abrupt impulse Fires linear intent Diverted into outer space Returning white hot Altered Indistinguishable
Am I outside? Or inside The outside?
Weeping Without tears I walk into the water Breathing and suffocating Completely Peacefully
Desires call out Call in. Stay with me, For more than a moment! Holding the pen With all my strength I watch the ink Disperse into vapor
Such is the life of an introvert who is hopelessly seeking a creative outlet. When one also realizes that there is some attention deficit raging behind the scenes, it can be a struggle to stay on task. My thoughts become sparklers and exploding fireworks. It can be difficult to keep up. Introversion is not bad. It is simply a way some of us cope with the world and its demands. Unlike the extrovert that draws energy from others, the introvert finds the expenditure of social energy to be draining. It is not an applied “fault” mechanism. It is just the way the brain is wired. The paradigm is more about being thoughtful to establish a sense of self, made by the self. Other thoughts are welcomed, but if they do not benefit, they are stored for review, but not implemented. Yesterday, I started some music production/composition that is well beyond my capabilities. I do not read music, neither have I studied theory. Not that I do not want to….I just lack the attention span to grasp the concepts required for implementation. So, I wing it. Self taught/practiced. I wish it were different. But, as we all learn, wishing rarely accomplishes anything without “the doing.” So with all its trouble and angst I practice just “the doing.” Anyone else out there deal with this? Peace.
Traffic billows Clouds of disagreement Heat rising from its midnight Fumaroles to be embraced While slowly killing us
This short journey quickly ends Beyond the bounds Of the enchanted forest Where I will be changed again To a time when everything was wonder
The door slams Feet hit the pavement And time begins to slow A swirl of life Circles about my head
Men and women in spandex Bicycle to conquer Run to escape and to find Newer selves Changed in heaving breaths Pushing out the old self
Beyond the fumaroles Lies the path That will swallow me whole And without a sound Will make me a child again
When I started making photographs, I rediscovered the child in me. Easily impressed with life forms….like the simple guppy. A few days ago I witnessed a hummingbird courting his mate. He flew high and hovered, then swooshed down. During his upturn, his tail feathers made a “chirp” sound. A physical manifestation created at almost 9G’s of force. The forest is full of stories like that.