Poetry

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I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, which is what I have been doing all day.

Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

Mary Oliver.
(This is a part of the poem “The Summer Day” with won the Pulitzer Prize in 1984)


Below is a collection of my poems & art that inspires me.

Photo By Benedetto

I danced a little out of step at seven am and thought a little off beat at seven o two.

At thirty past seven I miss placed my words and just after nine I found myself reading from yesterday’s story.

By noon I could no longer hear a beat.

I pressed pause at seven minutes past twelve and watched the inhale of two hours pass.

Then answered the call at a quarter to three skipping beat after beat after beat after beat.

Five left me speechless and six kept the score of the trance that was seven and eight.

Now I sit in the silence of a quarter to nine, grasping my heart for a beat.

——

Marc Lagrange – Photograph – The opera Chocolate
THE MINIMUM MAXIMUM

Our potential is then..
oh, no.. no.
Our potential is when.
When you are free to be free.
 
As someone I aspire to surrender to,
I demand that you live up to our potential 
by loving whoever you love with reckless abandonment. 
1200px-Kazimir_Malevich,_1915,_Black_Suprematic_Square,_oil_on_linen_canvas,_79.5_x_79.5_cm,_Tretyakov_Gallery,_Moscow
The Black Square – Kazimir Malevich – 1915

01.10.20

TICK TOCK

Maybe we got it wrong
Maybe it’s not time that travels but energy
Maybe I do feel you in my body
From hours away and distance apart
Do you think we are mistaken?

We talk about the present like it’s a factor of time. 
Maybe it’s not time at all. Maybe it’s energy.

Close your eyes
I dare you
Feel me touch your skin.

I’m not so sure whats true of time
But the truth is
Today I don’t move though time, today I move through you.

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This amazing artwork is by Willie Hsu – https://williehsuart.bigcartel.com // @willie_hsu_art
THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM.

Come pull up a chair,
I made space for you.
And just like that, the truth became part of her life again.

It’s here, in the spaces in between
When you are not
Doing nor aiming
That enough time passes
For you to finally start to feel
A direction to face
With a path that calls you
Walk this path
Believe this feeling
That which you truly know
Will not lead you astray.

A natural desire
ON REPEAT

Kiss me now
Choose only me.
Choose me like it’s torture not to.
Torture me with kisses.
Then choose to kiss only me,
All over again tomorrow.


landscape-with-butterfliesImage: Landscape with Butterflies, 1956 by Salvador Dali

TO BE SEEN
I'll make it up to you' he says, 'one day, 
I will repay this kindness'.
He looked off into the future to consider 
that then, maybe then a great deed will be done.

All she really wanted was someone 
Someone that looks at her close enough to see 
that she really loves fresh flowers.

That’s the funny nature of attention. 
It always tells the truth.
Where it rests is a record of a choice.

Looking off into some not yet now, 
maybe never, 
created future was easier than looking her in the eyes.

So, he went on repaying with 
the imaginary kindness of a future deed.

When all she really needed was to be seen, 
and fresh flowers in her house.
Desire

Photography by Ruvim Noga – Instagram @ruvimnogaphoto

25.03.2019

The power.
The pleasure.
The truth and all that is real.
That which she desired deeply 
was everything she had never embodied.

She unwound the grasp of the life she had created, 
untangled it and let it fall. 
It was only then, 
she became the power, 
the pleasure, 
the truth and all that is real.
lovers

Artwork by Alice Pasquini – Twitter @alicepasquini

08.04.2019

CREATING UNIVERSES

It's just us and the stars, she said,
and with that they surrendered and the whole universe was created between them.

Creativity became them, and they knew this was everything.
Alexey Slusar 1961- Ukrainian painter - Flamenco dancers - Tutt'Art@ (47)

Artwork by Ukrainian painter Aлексей Cлюсар

23. 04.2019

SEEKING FLOWERS

She rode her bike around the streets, 
searching for flowers to take home,
knowing that somewhere, 
there would be a rose ready to bloom in her presence.

The warmth of the morning sun on her skin, 
under a full moon sky.

It was the kind of meditation that happens 
when you don’t try.

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10.06.2019

UNDERSTAND ME

My unspoken knowing
You have access here
Take me where you please
Please me as you will
Lead me on a path
Hold me in your gaze
Unfold the places in me
That know no words

So I may exhale pleasure
And in hale you like morning air.

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