I sat in a nearly empty wing of the Colorado airport. I saw a small bird flying through the announcements and the artificial light. I wondered how this bird got in here and what she thought of the place. She landed on the short and strangely colored carpeting several arms length in front of me. I looked at the bird and I felt human, more human than I felt in a long time. Then the bird flew away. I think it took part of me with it. Something I no longer needed. I don’t remember what it was.
Pacific Ocean #7
August 15, 2017 at 8:45 pm (meditation, Nothing, Poetry, Prose, short story, Uncategorized)
The waves slapped me like the foot of God.
It was a baptism.
Under the crash of the water the only thing I could hear were the thoughts that rang distant in my head like wolves howling in the hills, love sick and alone.
I laughed in my complete lack of power as I was pushed into the rocky, sandy, bottom.
I reach the shore on hands and knees smiling like a mad monkey stoned on fermented fruit.
I looked up into the light of the sun.
Laying on my back I heard the voices of children.
They seem free.
But not nearly as free as this moment.
Exercise and exorcise.
August 7, 2017 at 9:17 pm (Dyslexia, meditation, Suffering)
A lot of heavy emotions are like ghosts. It’s like you’re haunted and you need a exorcism. The funny thing is that one of the things that can help to remove these ghost like negative emotions is to do yoga, or walk, run, go to the gym and physically exercise. Is it just me that sees a link between these words? Exercise and exorcise.
Which Side Are You On?
August 1, 2017 at 7:52 pm (meditation, Poetry, Prose, short story, Uncategorized)
The slam of the steel door was so loud it created complete silence. In the silence I heard a voice that said, “I’ll be right back” I kicked and screamed and beat the walls and the doors and the lies until I was exhausted. And when I turned around I realize, I was not locked in the cage. I was locked out of the cage.
Leaving Stress Behind 