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OBLIVION #3

photo by loveblushfever (c)

Breeze coming in the window.  Quiet thoughts.   Simple, unadorned images of faint, yet bright memories drifting into and out of view.  What we have to say versus what we have to tell.  Stories have all kinds of beginnings.  I sift through fragments of thoughts, ideas of things, and hold on a little longer to some kind of meaning that continues to elude me.   It feels like I haven’t slept in years.  My keys are still in the door.  I’ve left the coffee on all day.   Laundry’s still in the washing machine.   I’m holding on to the edge of the desk half off my chair.  Either I’m terrified or I’m indecisive.  Regardless, it is the end of something.  I feel that whatever all of this has been is cascading to an end point where I don’t have to do this anymore, where there is no will to put myself through all the drama any longer.  It feels at once relieving, warm and good, and absolutely horrifying.  Anything that ends is this way.  I’m not prepared to embark, to push away from the shore and just float along, no direction, just stumbling through,  on undercurrents, fumes.  Just get on with it.  Inhale.

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WAYNE DYER QUOTES

The components of anxiety, stress, fear, and anger do not exist independently of you in the world. They simply do not exist in the physical world, even though we talk about them as if they do.

Deficiency motivation doesn’t work. It will lead to a life-long pursuit of try to fix me. Learn to appreciate what you have and where and who you are.

It is impossible for you to be angry and laugh at the same time. Anger and laughter are mutually exclusive and you have the power to choose either.

Stop acting as if life is a rehearsal. Live this day as if it were your last. The past is over and gone. The future is not guaranteed.

Abundance is not something we acquire. It is something we tune into.

You are doomed to make choices. This is life’s greatest paradox.

un-precipice

over the edge

of a tall place

thinking, hell, why not?

but also why bother?

it’s all a chore

something to be crossed off but it’s somebody else’s list

i’m fumbling along with adverbs

they’ve already dictated my epitaph

i’m not sure if i should be amused or outraged

this is the extent of my involvement in my life

i just breath and get on with it

apparently there’s this whole other realm

of participation

still

it’s just me breathing

idea #3

photo by loveblushfever (c)

 

there is no such thing as partial investment

not when it comes to living

you either breath in and out or…

but do it with some noise

with bells on

in full colour

and whistling

while sucking a lemon

all while some bored god or two pulls your hair

life on the rocks

life

what is this progression of time

if time is nothing

well i’m full of it

searching, devouring, improvising

a play of too many parts

colliding

collapse

a friend once wanted to call his band that name

i said hurrah for saying yes

in a land of no

it is a busy thing

to feel and consider

the consequences of thoughts and projections

bubbles

conjurer of happy thoughts

bliss walks in

gleaming and shiny

i’d like to say i’m above feeling good

i’m not

passages into and through me

dictate that to feel is to live

and to live is…

to breath

in and out

at least once in a while

to believe that life is a process

like any other transaction

there is a price

what are you willing to pay to feel?

what is worth the bother of deconstruction

because to feel is to deconstruct

to analyze

to interpret

life is a ship venturing out into unknown waters

i gingerly set foot upon it

and hope for the best

and of course to think to myself

silently

or at least under my breath

that i am worthwhile in a selfish

all or nothing sort of way

that life is good

that solitude warms me more than the presence of others

it isn’t that you’re less

but that the absence takes up more space

because it is full of itself

and rearing it’s beautiful head back in a laugh

i crumble in the face of eternity

relishing every moment alone

-loveblushfever

quotes for today

If time is not real, then the dividing line between this world and eternity, between suffering and bliss, between good and evil, is also an illusion.  -Herman Hesse

Nothing is more important than reconnecting with your bliss. Nothing is as rich. Nothing is more real.  -Deepak Chopra

Life is a pilgrimage. The wise man does not rest by the roadside inns. He marches direct to the illimitable domain of eternal bliss, his ultimate destination.  -Swami Sivananda

Clocks slay time… time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life. -William Faulkner

CHECKMATE – CHARLES BUKOWSKI

Checkmate

we are broken down bit by bit,

we

drain away by the minute, the hour, the week, the

month, the year, we

leak away

in cafes, backyards, stadiums, parking lots, in

parlors of chance, in movie houses, at church,

at clambakes,

we dissolve

we dissolve while

putting on our shoes, while

putting out the cat, while

turning out the light,

while clipping our toenails.

so we continually dissolve from substance to

shadow, endlessly

dissolve while listening

to bad music or in total silence,

forever dissolve

while reading old love letters and new books,

during peace and war,

on and off TV.

thus our lives dissolve and disappear between the helmet and

a high-heeled shoe, between an olive seed and a buried

corpse, between a lost key and the exposed film, between a

child’s smile and the magnolia’s scream.

 

Checkmate by Charles Bukowski.  Published in “Slouching Toward Nirvana – New Poems”  First Ecco Paperback Edition, Harper Collins.  2005.

 

handle – one

photo by loveblushfever (c)

handle – one

eyes closed

fingers crossed

leap

of faith

something as obscure

a tide returning

puzzle with too many missing pieces

absences filling up nothing

nothing to bursting

bursting to messy leftovers

a sink of dirty plates and tepid dishwater

objects of other

compare and contrast

non-fatal crisis management in a world of no

glass houses

made up faces

where is the parade?

eyes closed

fingers crossed

flesh be bone that breaks cleanly

not so far to fall

 

-loveblushfever

 

 

quote of the day…


"Although there may be nothing new under the sun, what is old
is new to us and so rich and astonishing that we never tire of
it. If we do tire of it, if we lose our curiosity, we have
lost something of infinite value, because to a high degree it
is curiosity that gives meaning and savour to life."
Robertson Davies

Charles Bukowski quote

“There’s nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don’t live up until their death. They don’t honor their own lives, they piss on their lives. They shit them away. Dumb fuckers. They concentrate too much on fucking, movies, money, family, fucking. Their minds are full of cotton. They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them. Their brains are stuffed with cotton. They look ugly, they talk ugly, they walk ugly. Play them the great music of the centuries and they can’t hear it. Most people’s deaths are a sham. There’s nothing left to die.”

—The Captain Is Out to Lunch and the Sailors Have Taken Over the Ship, 1998

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