Live in silence.".
Tonight I recover from the flu's kiss. My throat is exhausted, swollen with its cruel tongue. I ponder, why it is, in moments of illness, that I most feel racked and drawn by impossible desires. Images of sensual ravishment that are hopeless for a ravished fevered body. Dreams that rock this mind and heart with seas of wonder to drown my sore eyes. Your voice, like the inside of a shell, soothes from my phone. Fresh from travel, you are a mermaid, a circus artiste, a beautiful box of becoming that has left me in old pyjamas. I am conjured to write again, feel the touch of words.
god i love the line 'move outside the tangle of fear- thinking'... it is such a tangle...mopping up everyone in its path... i have been shown recently about trust and fear...i have challenged fear face on. face on. and found only heart.
your desire comes with flu charlie because flu is the only time you lye down.
coming home to ourself is a journey we often get lost in. Seduced by the promises of transformations and deeper identities, the sad adverts in a Glastonbury shop siren us to the rocks of other, elsewhere. The tangle is like a cardigan to wear in comfort and cast off like skin for another outfit to pose within. But only the bath knows who i really am, the audience to what slips out submerged in bubbles, when we sink beneath and hear the echo of our head. In a world where everyone is becoming something more quickly, just to be seems an anarchy of idle truth. And so, i find solace as a tree. Suddenly.
if i smile at someone in the street are they more likely to smile or give good energy to another person?...absolutely and definatly yes.
its the small things.. there should be nothing to get lost in.
and so i absolutely challange the world not to be better .... more nuturing, more sustainable a happier place, if everyone simply gave, in form of a smile or a little tiny bit of help or a little portion of positive regard to another...if we all gave it just once, would that mean that everyone had been given a little!? yes it would! - if it have been spread evenly....
The opposite to fear is love. Everwhere, for everyone, in everything. Melting to death.
writing with you is like rolling in the snow )
thank you charlie ;)