“You know when Robert Johnson said ‘you gotta move’ — I figured that out. It’s like, you’re happily floating through nothing– you know, nothingness. All of a sudden, a big giant fish, they way I picture it… grabs you and… puts you in a form, and slams you on the face of this veil of tears, and says– You’ve gotta move!"
"My older sister has entire kingdoms inside of her, and some of them are only accessible at certain seasons, in certain kinds of weather. One such melting occurs in summer rain, at midnight, during the vine-green breathing time right before sleep. You have to ask the right question, throw the right rope bridge, to get there—and then bolt across the chasm between you, before the bridge collapses."
while we sleep Mother Nature tats the lace of april leaves and hangs them like fairy lights on the bare branches of trees. with the rain painting wood a deeper shade the contrast of dark and light is a delight to eyes having subsisted for months on white and grey (despite the sauce of winter sunsets). everything opens. the dry seed swells and bursts and tongues of life rise into stronger sunlight, sweeter breeze. these tiny motes of life in my palm that when exposed to the dark of earth, the wet of rain, the heat of sun, explode from their deceptive chrysalis into fragrant forms bearing food, flowers, fruit. were it so easy for us to grow into our true natures, to allow with earth and light and water the natural unfolding of our selves. how thwarted we are in our growing. this struggle is a gift, however. to recognize ourselves as vessels for the journey of our souls, that there is a path, a purpose, an evolution in which to participate, is a blessing and the one for which i am most grateful.
"We are all
made of honey and butter and one of us has a yellow
school bus which we board from time to time
for a field trip that involves riding in circles
and falling asleep, which involves
all of us being ponies in a meadow.
The sea and sky are made of grass.
It can’t last. It lasts."
ten for today:
6. tom tomorrow
9. my quiet neighborhood