Monday, November 23, 2009

Allure of surrender

I resist.
As the nail resists the hammer, I resist.
As the tinder resists the flame, I resist.
The record must show; I resist.
The rain pours down and I push against the deluge.
Like the moth against the hurricane, I resist.
The force and fury of ten thousand velvet wings beat me to a puddle where I lie upon the stone, but never let it be said that I did not..

Saturday, November 21, 2009


Lately it's been like living in a James Clavell novel.
A few months ago I was bored. Then it went to dangerous anger where I could have taken more than one person through a window. Threats without witnesses don't count. My palms don't sweat.
Now it's good news on the surface, but looking up every sleeve for the daggers.
Always an agenda.
So much work to do in just a few months. So much opportunity for gain.
So much territory to protect with my back turned, and so much that deeply matters.

Friday, November 6, 2009

Forever falling

Having looked too deeply into the pool, I cannot look away.
I turn my head to the pool and close my eyes to the pool, and drown in a constant suffocation of the pool that knows no close of relief.
Throw me a rope, I will not hold. Pull at my hands, I will only slip.
The damned are the damned.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Open bloom

Complete trust is one of the most valuable treasures.
So hard to win most times. Such a great responsibility to carry.
To earn that from another is to hold that person's beating heart while they sleep.
Our lives, no matter what, are eternal vigilance.
To be able to set that burden, even for a moment, in the hands of another, is the other half of that tremendous gift.
The rare blue flower of the Eastern slope can be sought a lifetime without touching those feathery petals.