Living like a lighthouse keeper - alone beyond nowhere. Out of sight and out of one's mind, beyond the range of prayer. One's loss unnoticed until there's a wreck upon the rocks. Counted on to prevent chaos from out in the boondocks. A world that doesn't want, or know, you begs your best attention, but will forget to give all but its stern reprehension should you fail or should you falter and catastrophe strikes, they will find your long dead body with their pitchforks and their pikes.
The cloud mimicked a mountain top, its ridge sun fired to bright white by the rising sun, its shadow side in granite gray, being impenetrable to the sun's rays. Mountains that imposing live a thousand miles away, but that cloud took me there. the morning sun lights up a dense cloud to mimic mountains
roots sprawl, sinuously creeping. what's it like to hold so firm and reach so far?
Temple of Dawn stands by a river - brown and wide, a river both older and younger than it
I've lived on islands - some surrounded by sea, and some not, islands of isolation - cut off and cut out - fringed with nothingness. In the quiet of a cave inside a mountain on that island amid the ocean vast, I found myself both on an island & being an island.
banana flower glows in the morning sun, racing in stillness
A bad moment for those growing up during the peace years is the realization that there were no peace years.
feet to cold stone - despite the tropical heat, a chill is felt
Everybody seeks oneness, but maybe one with everything is too much, it's a state in which one is lost, irrelevant, and unloved - all at once. Maybe it's better to be tied to the mast - like Odysseus - straining to make that dangerous connection, but unable to, the connection of non-connection, the love of longing, of trying, but not of being plugged in -- air-gapped to prevent resonance at a frequency that would shatter one's soul.
The gate faced the sea. It seemed like a strange place for a gate. The sea spray of crashing waves flew up to douse those who passed through. Which way was in? Which way was out? And then I accepted that "in" & "out" were meaningless constructs, and that it was a portal between infinities.
