Stop.
Breathe.
Awaken on a hillside, your eyelashes heavy with dew.
Look around you.
Slowly begin to make your way down the hill, towards the city.
Posts tagged ‘created things’
Reintegration (escape from the liminal)
who am I? I love you
As I huddle toward the shower I issue a hasty “I love you”, held out across the hall like a reaching arm, for reassurance. There is a faint guilt attached to it. It’s not given with the expectancy of a return, but rather as a reaffirmation of my allegiance; of my self. Who am I? [...]
ghosts 1
There is a time in the middle of the morning when houses lie empty. Those who live there have upped themselves, scrubbed and readied and hotbellied out of the door. They’ve many of them had to do this in a strange kind of deliberate trance, because they all have certain parts of their minds which [...]
soft resolve
Heard you talking about me today
Shouldn’t have listened but you’re so good with people,
I wanted to hear you dance with them
(And halfway with three sharp words
Cut me apart and let me go)
The conversation turned on unhurried
You had become one of them
And I in that cold moment
falling
Like a strip of silk
weightless
it took so little effort to [...]
Parable
There was a man who decided to build a house. The Lord told him clearly that if he built on the sand, his house would surely fall. So he chose the strongest rock to build on, and laboured for many months and years building his house. Finally, when it was ready, he moved his whole [...]
