Over the Hills, paper collage, 2020 I dedicated my last post to defining what it means to perceive the world as miraculous. It is a style of experiencing, or way of seeing, that is central to my belief that life is a miracle (as opposed to, say, “life is love,” “the world is dangerous,” or [...]
There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle. Albert Einstein The notion that life is a miracle is both an attitude and a style of experiencing. More precisely, it is an attitude that's rooted in a particular [...]
I felt compelled to write this post because of a conversation I had yesterday with fellow blogger, Gabriela. In responding to issues I raised in a recent post on religion and personality, she asked me how I felt about the notion that “life is suffering,” especially as it relates to the central meaning I ascribe [...]
the sea will not fail i tell you, the moon drowns and never changes so let your joy rise up and take you become cavernous become liquid in the sunset sing songs of pale harvest songs of rust and water of a laughter finer than silk live free; stretch yourself long past the dawn says [...]
If you’ve been reading this blog for awhile, you know my self-study in psychology has taken me some very interesting places. Self-actualization. Creativity, perception, mysticism. Various topics in humanistic and existential psychotherapy. Religion, too, has been a part of these discussions; although, I admit, I’ve never been particularly interested in religion as a course of [...]
what the body is thinking at the cliff, at the forehead of laughter in the flower in the mouth
Heavenly bodies, paper collage, 2020 your peace is tide spotless like warm rain sends out roots invents prophets invents poets invents a grim, impossible fate like rebirth, this too, is inevitable overhead, a second sun cracks, runs golden unties its strings & waits
i need to talk about the risks of living what happens beyond the cracked white foliage and cut glass arrangements when dawn shakes the walls and i have nothing to do with the rest of my life but sing quite possibly, unhearable quite possibly, unsayable and scarcely white
now, a man a single atom shaken in gloom invented in a garden worshipped in a parking lot made love with unpolished hands in a field of burnt orange poppies splits, decides makes wine dances with vengeance
names know each other it’s a fact the difference between reality and meaninglessness has no name —that’s your big wheel road riot imperial high chariot if you look it up in your dictionary you’ll find a statement of what doesn’t exist: pulpit constellations and mud-gripped cellos self-seeking arrows the soft delirium of counting backwards from [...]
