Tag: truth
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pt 1. day dreams of uk: liverpool
i had a dream once, back in twenty-fifteen, that i would runaway to liverpool amidst a burning internal anger. without knowing a damn thing, i imagined this would be the city to channel my souls angst. i’d show up with just enough cash, to pick up leather + jean clothing, ripped and torn, with punk…
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old dream, second look.
I had this dream, A run away, To Desi tropical coast, An ashram, Bundled in the tree tops, Ocean mirage, While I immerse in yogic stance. I imagined, Bleached platinum hair hidden, Purple Hairdye That would dissolve when it was time to go. Four weeks? I liked the sound of eight weeks. In this space,…
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Human Experience, Human Truth
A week has passed. On my mind? I’m not sure, I am now just bravely settling into stillness. I have kept a high pace through the strides of the waking hours. I see my home only to sleep, the hours of the day spent evading, Jobs and responsibilities make great distractors. Stay busy fool. Stay…
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Patience, Love Unknown
I suppose this is what they call longing A subtle yearning to dissolve solitude. I think of “him”, whom I have not yet met, Or here but slyly hidden in the shadows. Only time will resolve the heart’s pondering. I wonder often, With non-attachment, Who he is, where he is, Is he living his truth?…
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To the Stars
Here. Here is Calgary. Laying on a chilled wooden floor of an Air Bnb rental basement, Two tennis balls strategically placed under my upper back, Pulsating away physically manifested stress and anxiety. The room is darkness with a soft purr of the refrigerator, With background giggles of two of my travel companions. Before. Before was…
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