world feels off right now
so we drink wine and
imagine the world we want to create
so
Tag: poetry
progress
learning that plans are important to get the ship out of port, but being a good sailor is knowing how to navigate storms and surges
learning that experience is not measured in the number of successes, but the hours spent resolving failures
learning how to keep my head down, voice soft, and put in the work
learning that people are different and see the world differently on a fundamental level
learning that satisfaction and happiness are self-defined and amorphous
learning the joy in doing a little better every week rather than only landing big wins
learning that seeking constant crests is folly, and being comfortable during the troughs is the other half
we read these things in art and literature
and then we learn them
again and again
until we really do
on continuity & development
We are not continuous
The perceived continuity between our present and past versions self is a burden we do not need to carry
It is an illusion
Be always on the edge, as the critical point in a chemical reaction
“You’ve changed”
“Yes”
You do not owe rationale to anyone
Not even yourself
knives & notes
Cooking is music, really
Ingredients are notes on the staff, recipes are chords, and the plate is silence
Symphonies on the tongue of life and spice
Respect the ingredients and understand them, there’s history there
Written in love
2020
[To a future version of myself, I want to remind you
how this feels right now.]
I have never been so distant from
myself before.
The heart is a sensitive thing. Often said that empathy is a strength but,
it hurts to feel everything
at a point in time where I'm still figuring out myself.
Anger, Fear, Sadness, Uncertainty, Divsion
There Are Negative Energies In The Air.
Unity is in the middle ground, but it's not been found
yet.
In residence at the the white house is a
president without precedence.
Here we are caught between the past and the future
Living through the Now.
Why do we surrender the inner state of our psyche to the external?
I don't have the answers but I have a lot of questions
right now.
Should We Be Rocks, Sponges, or Mirrors?
life is sad poetry
we like to think of it as a happy ballad
but
life is sad poetry
because
even the brightest flowers wither
and
even the wisest trees rot
(but
find the beauty in this)
orbits
Separate orbits
Tiny wanderers drifting around an unknown invisible center
What a privilege to have crossed orbits
Among the expanse
Each a universe unto their own
find it
in between rays of light through wistful cotton
within blood rushing through veins
next to rivers lapping over stubborn stones
among dimly lit rooms with bright eyes and colorful drawings on the walls
along silhouettes of branches against navy skies
from the pin pricks of light piercing through the black fabric which holds us
through the rise and fall of breath
through the metronome that is the ticking heart
through thoughts deep as the ocean yet ephemeral as smoke
find it
the waves and the wind
pebbles on the shore
smoothed and weathered.
I want to know
the waves and the wind
that shaped you
so I understand you better.
the power of stories
we are born
and get a name for our story
but we don’t yet know how to put ink to paper
so we cry
shared stories
ground reality(s)
with yarns of memories and wishes
we weave checkered quilts
of ourselves and everything around us
what will you leave behind
on the pages?
