"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Monday, May 14, 2012

Parallel Tight Ropes...




Walking parallel tight ropes
Over the sea of Eros
Afraid of what will happen
If we look down

Or open our eyes
Tumultuous sea that it is:
Waves of ambiguity
Riptide of vertigo
Breakers of timidity
Rogue waves of uncertainty



We reach for fingertips in the mist
On the tightropes of dreamscapes
Out of reach
Walking without knowing

Unconscious intuition
Instinctually one foot in front of the other
Balance interrupted by emotions and frailty of feeling
To let go and sink into the grasp of the sea







Or walk on to disappear alone and separated in the mists of existence
Tightropes leave little room to maneuver
Or dance






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