Dead Balance

art_forum_Oct_12The shadow is a signpost on the path to individuation.
Merge with it.

Addicted to the Flavor of Your Mind

When you asked me if you could have me,

I gave myself to you.

If you wanted me, you would have taken me.

I could care less, if I choose to…

Garden of the Dying

Blossoming,

in the garden of the dying

Out of place

(I take mine)

Sense lingers as Elder-berries bloom

Inevita-brates are crawling once again

Ardently decaying

knees first into soiled shells

To hibernate nakedly

in the light of

life and loss

Let go

Gills and Jointed Leg Theory

Take a moment, a precipice, to clearly identify one of your irrationally obscure fears.  Then, jump off into the deep end.  What are you afraid of?  Now,  justify the why?  Ignore the culturally biased warnings and swim towards deeper meaning?

Why the fear of gills and jointed legs?  Isn’t evolution a spiritual experience after all?  We swam to walk and walked to think.  Now, we are so hesitant to do any of it for ourselves.  Wearing top-rated safety belts, fear drives us to the doctor and gives us placebos to live in limbo with, rather than to dance on.  Manufactured false senses of securities act like loud colorful dinosaurs, thus once again move men to live in caves.  Hiding.

All in all, I am still afraid of the dark.  Aren’t we all, a little bit?  Close your eyes… is your mind at ease?  (probably not.)  We cannot hide in the dark.  Faint light, even dimmer than the defaced reflectors on a fat person’s running sneakers discarded in the Everglades on a cloudy night, shines in though our eyelid lampshades.   Live in the light.  Superstition or truth, fear saves lives.  Blah, blah, blah, blah…

And the truth lives on glaring like the sun as we grow into more complex biological machines, housing the lightening of our breath.  The crackling thunder roars quack in the night over a field of bionic sunflowers and tall poppies.

I hope this does not delay my flight.

(So, i started a blog after a few 1/2 glasses of red wine.  i need an outlet for my mind.  It is getting too thick inside.)