{T..he Magic Box Photographie}*
[ ... from dusk to dawn ◑ ]
the will and the wish
the loveliness and the loneliness
everywhere and nowhere
from anyone to anyone
where it starts and where it ends
the years full of months full of days
from movements to rapid silences
the various exhaustions; what ifs.
shear zone formed at the sea, so tensed
by oscillation of the raining thoughts, and to
'listen within' to my meditative, centering guide
if triggered, would you stick to your guns?
cravings get coddled & the carving self
stands on incomprehensible legs - the
opaque notes scrabbles in a fine estate,
not to release everything immediately.
facts transfer the load to triste learning.
the ego me still chews the old dawns and
icecream never maintains a fixed point
as en route undertow kicks out comfort.
today what we feel, the thirst never goes
and happiness held in the freezer,
because everything rushes us along.
the circumferences of revulsion,
the cut and paste of misunderstanding,
the velocity of experiencing it all.
those memories under these tired hands;
sugar loaf's crumbs, fragments of discontent.
never conjoined at every point all the time,
this cohabitation's towardness, be not whole;
whose drowning days nurses a dark secret.
the magic of an immaculate conception
the daily healing with teaspoon of calm,
billions of galaxies in this four clover leaf.
eyelid moments, this dream to redeem.
without sorrow valley, in thousand thoughts
quietness, full of emotional resonance
from dusk to dawn, the horizon of sleep.
i know i'll see you <3
east begins with a magical 'e'
and breathes in the micro-moments
of eterna presence
from dawn to dusk, the earnestness
from dawn to dusk, the heart opening
purely to tenderness of a good Heart.
✏️
[ ... from dusk to dawn ◑ ]
the will and the wish
the loveliness and the loneliness
everywhere and nowhere
from anyone to anyone
where it starts and where it ends
the years full of months full of days
from movements to rapid silences
the various exhaustions; what ifs.
shear zone formed at the sea, so tensed
by oscillation of the raining thoughts, and to
'listen within' to my meditative, centering guide
if triggered, would you stick to your guns?
cravings get coddled & the carving self
stands on incomprehensible legs - the
opaque notes scrabbles in a fine estate,
not to release everything immediately.
facts transfer the load to triste learning.
the ego me still chews the old dawns and
icecream never maintains a fixed point
as en route undertow kicks out comfort.
today what we feel, the thirst never goes
and happiness held in the freezer,
because everything rushes us along.
the circumferences of revulsion,
the cut and paste of misunderstanding,
the velocity of experiencing it all.
those memories under these tired hands;
sugar loaf's crumbs, fragments of discontent.
never conjoined at every point all the time,
this cohabitation's towardness, be not whole;
whose drowning days nurses a dark secret.
the magic of an immaculate conception
the daily healing with teaspoon of calm,
billions of galaxies in this four clover leaf.
eyelid moments, this dream to redeem.
without sorrow valley, in thousand thoughts
quietness, full of emotional resonance
from dusk to dawn, the horizon of sleep.
i know i'll see you <3
east begins with a magical 'e'
and breathes in the micro-moments
of eterna presence
from dawn to dusk, the earnestness
from dawn to dusk, the heart opening
purely to tenderness of a good Heart.
✏️