Tag Archives: A Journey to Middle-heaven

I woke up this morning fully awake,I think, with a full arsenal of thoughts,ready to do those tasks I oft forsakebecause my mind is a bundle of knots:I don’t know if this freedom will endure, freedom from the haze of the broad and deep,but in this… Continue reading →

So from inside, she sent me on my way,to pave my path between poles of meaningand action, effort, that two-lane bywayon which I’ll amble when the sun’s shining:The night, I’ll keep free, to look at the stars, taking advantage of the clarityof visi… Continue reading →

And it was curtains on my dreamvision -wrinkly red ones, as a matter of fact,with dusty folds that dampened the crimson,preserving my dreams with a dated tact:Needless to say, I woke up while sneezing – A petite mort as some like to call it;I live… Continue reading →

My guide, at this point, decided to speak:”Work. Just work. Let the rest sort itself out.Set a routine, and let your forces peakwhen the world has vanished to twist and shout: Follow the rhythms in your heart and brain-the tom-tom triplets in poly… Continue reading →

I am guided by the light of myself and of others, of course, on my blank road that I draw on earth, vanishing like shelf life: useful in time until I explode: The beauty is this: I explode always – (you can explode and exploit endlessly the effigi… Continue reading →

Staunched, I step to the sink to wash dishes-the cups and bowls that had fueled my fire-since a life of chores is one of richeswhen not a slave to men or desire:I took the yellow sponge in my brown hand, added the soap and made a bubbly mess,and t… Continue reading →

And I felt a quick tug fall down my nose-tasted it and realized that it was blood-and so, I applied pressure with the gauzethat my guide gave – head back against the flood:Before I realized that I was leaking, I had spilled all over my writing, de… Continue reading →

“The windows are two, and they representtwo views: your take on the world, and the worldon you, your craft, your past and your present;the door’s your future – the hinges were hurled: The door was thrown out; the world is callingyou to serve it wi… Continue reading →

“As you said, yours is a perilous path,but only if you fear the force of fate;one way or another, it leads to death,but you have years left, I think, to be great:That’s what you want, and we’ll help you get it – the Russian Blue is the sign of you… Continue reading →