The rains hit hard this morning, knocked me straight into the depth of it all. I couldn't breathe. The night hung on like a disaster. There was no reason, there were millions. The pressure blew off across the brain mind barrier. It clouded the sky with wet, soaking wet love, tears torn between everything, tearing through the air heavy and to the point pointless. I was a mess. I tried to shrug it off, hide it, please it, ignor it. It was gray and it stayed. I walked, i looked for a focus, i had a coffee.
Later, much later the mist lifted slow. My dog told me to be present. Watch the pain as it curves around, touch it with your heart. Feel its sorrow, its desperate solitude. Hold it in your arms and feel its love hiding inside its desolate view.
The world is creeping up to the third earth-wide-war. Who knows what is really going on or how far it can proceed twisted around some strange agenda. I'm not even on the chess board. The world is all too much with no where to escape. No sooner does the storm let up and another blows in from the dark back roads across sinister plains. The well organized news beats in like a herd across a field of lies. I watch, emotion crippled.
I'm leaving, i should have left yesterday. If i stay one more day i will surely fall to the abyss of prisons. I have said more than i would have if i hadn't been so alone so long. The turmoil has dragged away my loved ones, pushed my heart against the flames, cooked the truth black, choked the death out of me. I'm heading out, out to the edges of realties where nothing exists for certain, the harmony of love wavers in and out of here like a haze of shimmering colours gliding across my eyes.
The doors of perception shielded time inside like a photograph framed within itself. I fell high into the grace of mystery and floated there perplexed and still. Time mended into eternity as loneliness melted in silence.
Once again the dark black burnt night wove itself across this thin moment of endless time and died, hovering in a haze fading slow and certain. I walked on, thru the city streets from Minsk to Mexico, proud and grateful to be alive aware for one more day.
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The opposition was completely opposed
To the suppositions that was generally supposed
An’ now the superstitions that we’re
Tho’t to be imposed—
Are seen by composition
To be slightly decomposed.
Pogo 1953
Patrick,
I like your combination of writings and photo. Very well done . I feel that your writings portray a hopelessness that there is no way to shed light to help alleviate the darkness. That to me is overboard. There are many signs that the darkness is showing signs of light piercing through. Factors that control this world are evil which will cause a negative reaction, but life is also full of those that know there is a much more powerful factor that will pierce the darkness to bring justice and healing against the evil forces. The battle rages on but the victory belongs to the light. I tried to buy you a coffe but after I entered the credit card information it says that the application is not complete. I will try it again but most likley I wil get the same error message.