Tag: life
Notes on 道德經 (Dào Dé Jīng), chapter 36
To shrinkFirst stretch.To be softFirst be hard.To destroyFirst raise up.To stealFirst give away.This is the subtle light.Soft and gentlePrecede hard and strong.Never take a fishfrom its deep.Never displaythe sharp weaponsof a Nation. Lao Tzu. Tao Te Ching, Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition. Translated by John Minford. 2021. This chapter seems to be composed of three parts:…
Fire
Fire is how she goes: burning from within, flames in the palm of her hands—the world turned to ashes. She wanted to know if petals can turn into gems; she sought alchemy for alchemy’s sake. There was no need for friction: burning from within, flames everything she holds turns into flame—the world and all within.…
M.M.
She sees her hand and takes it but it slips through, it vanishes in the air; it is gone yet it is there: untouchable, immaterial. Neither does her smile exist—it has no shine the lights behind her eyes, are nothing and she wonders: where had It gone? Has It always Not Been There? The many…
Dreams
One can escape realitythrough simple meansto keep one’s eyes closed, for exampleto ignore that is and pretendthat the cold surface felt is simply iced waternot an honest mirror.Close your eyes and sleep standing;slowly true slumber comesto those who refuse to seelike the one pretending to dream of a different realitythe dreams take over, takes one…

‘Blossom Away’ (2014)
Blossom away to wherever, that day I find burning leaves that never turn to ashes They sparkle like the ocean drawn by moon lit by sun I like them to be colder than bluest point alive Flowing away like the wind, liquefied I want to hold on to their edges, and draggedto, fro, away and…
Lying flat
As pain spreads from head to eyes to throat to through the neck and all within it to the lower back and lower muscles and lower and lower and lower still a prophet finds herself in the middle of the kitchen one hand on the cold floor, much colder than the dripping sweat dehydrating her…

I long to dwell in an ocean of fancies
I long to dwell in the ocean of fanciesanother body of water after a Countless.How can I help but dream of fishing every nightto catch such anything that puts me in bliss? I’d like to lay in a blanket of daisies—for the soil itself to be strands of my tresses.Does it matter if my eyes…

Slower mornings
Pebrero 2022

