Tuesday, October 10, 2006
a disease called forgetfulness, left over on linoleum, juice planes on the tarmac.
something about the phone call last night, made me not want to smile, made me wake up this morning full of shower and cloud. how can i believe in love, when this continually seems to happen?
but i do believe, i cannot help but be a liver and taste this trickled sun, lap the tallow drippings from the moon, feel love and return the touch. how can any resist it, having tasted once? how do some find the pool rust flavored, sharp, enough so to never want another sip.. i cannot help but come back for more, again, again, despite the perpetuity of cycles, those whirlwinds that at once bring souls together, while simultaneously pulling them away.
i want to stay put. i want to find one who will stay put with me. but there is so much at stake, at this point in life, who among us is not like a marionette, all thin wires pulled by hands high up in the shadows? so many responsibilities, loyalties, allegiences and attachments to the loomed figures of our pasts. it seems impossible that we can meet another and make room for their line, leaving space for the tug and pull of their being and its corresponding essence.
beyond the difficulty of meeting another who is capable of loving as you love, there is the added obstacle of time and place, of availability, of slots in ones emotional schedule. because there is such thing as having no time for love. i have seen it, felt it, lost it--- once again i face another ending, because of it.
but, does that make it any less a real love? or have we become cultured to no longer view love as the highest, the deepest, the most profound language in life? how else could we act enmass identically, continually sacrificing pure beauty and loves laughter for jobs, parents, drinking buddies, or a lifestyle lived in complete abandonment of the basic virtues concerning the universal power of a soul/body/mind connection.
Meet the twenty-first century: the time when happiness is made out to be inconvienent.
something about the phone call last night, made me not want to smile, made me wake up this morning full of shower and cloud. how can i believe in love, when this continually seems to happen?
but i do believe, i cannot help but be a liver and taste this trickled sun, lap the tallow drippings from the moon, feel love and return the touch. how can any resist it, having tasted once? how do some find the pool rust flavored, sharp, enough so to never want another sip.. i cannot help but come back for more, again, again, despite the perpetuity of cycles, those whirlwinds that at once bring souls together, while simultaneously pulling them away.
i want to stay put. i want to find one who will stay put with me. but there is so much at stake, at this point in life, who among us is not like a marionette, all thin wires pulled by hands high up in the shadows? so many responsibilities, loyalties, allegiences and attachments to the loomed figures of our pasts. it seems impossible that we can meet another and make room for their line, leaving space for the tug and pull of their being and its corresponding essence.
beyond the difficulty of meeting another who is capable of loving as you love, there is the added obstacle of time and place, of availability, of slots in ones emotional schedule. because there is such thing as having no time for love. i have seen it, felt it, lost it--- once again i face another ending, because of it.
but, does that make it any less a real love? or have we become cultured to no longer view love as the highest, the deepest, the most profound language in life? how else could we act enmass identically, continually sacrificing pure beauty and loves laughter for jobs, parents, drinking buddies, or a lifestyle lived in complete abandonment of the basic virtues concerning the universal power of a soul/body/mind connection.
Meet the twenty-first century: the time when happiness is made out to be inconvienent.
// posted by Swim @ 5:06 PM 
