i am the lost ghost in your gently fading dreams that hesitantly leave you to greet the sun. woolgathering won’t change the trajectory of a life not lived; except in small dark spaces, between cracks and crevices that hide from light and life seeking itself. there remains the remnants of the not-you, the un-person who…
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the story of leaves
I took this photo more than five years ago. Each time I revisit it I see something I never noticed before. It is not only majestic, but the leaves tell a story I am still trying to decipher. I look at the veins across each leaf and imagine the blood of leaves running through each…
newspapers: the other reality entertainment
Writing Prompt: Newspaper Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. Bird cages lined with yesterday’s murders and celebrity gossip keep no secrets. The fear and triteness won’t swing open cage doors to set free the small bodied beings with wings who don’t care about our words. They remain caged, trapped with sounds…
a world upside out
I am revisiting this piece which I wrote a very long time ago. At the time I’d been reading quite a bit of Shel Silverstein’s children’s poems and shortly after discovered his story, The Giving Tree. I was most enthralled with his poetry and in a roundabout way was led to his children’s poems after…
very superstitious
Writing Prompt: Superstition Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. [youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wDZFf0pm0SE?rel=0] This song takes me way back. I was five years old when it came out, but a teenager when I really understood the meaning of the words. Isn’t this the life of humanity? We believe in things we don’t understand and because…
sitting with existence
Photograph by zaji • April 7, 2016 • circa 1:30pm CST I’m sitting outside on the grass, writing. The ground beneath me is cool and firm. The sun is almost at the top of the sky, peeking through the trees I’ve chosen to hide under. The air is still and warm. The leaves barely rustle….
raindrops keep falling on my…
Writing Prompt: Climate Control The idea that the weather and people’s moods are connected is quite old. Do you agree? If yes, how does the weather affect your mood? We are all affected in some way by the weather. I have not met a person who doesn’t have something to say about a rainy day that isn’t…
wandering the globe
Writing Prompt: The Wanderer Tell us about the top five places you’ve always wanted to visit. Africa – I would love to visit all parts of Africa and explore this rich continent that I believe is central to humanity’s existence. Vilcabamba, Ecuador – It is said to be one of the places with the most…
random thoughts #1
No one wants to hear that there are days when I feel so afraid that all I want is for the world to end so that everything that makes it ugly would disappear and never return. No one wants to know that some days I go out on my porch at midnight, lay on my…
the dust that i am
I’ve come to realize over the years that my existence is like a tiny atom/molecule/single celled creature under a microscope; a tiny speck of dust on some distant planet in some distant galaxy, in a possibly distant universe ensconced within another atom filled with universes. And that atom that houses many universes is a single…
uncaged voice
Writing Prompt: Voice Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. i am trembling voice. i am fear finding footing and tongue. i am freedom picking the lock to my cage with skeleton key words that find their way through tumblers and springs. the door will open and i will be set upon…
gathering of energy
Writing Prompt: Contrast Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. Life is a play of contrasts where colors watch us closely, yet find us belaboring only black and white. Too much time is spent focused on lyrics posing as rainbow-ed ideas. Black and white are not colors, but states of being. They…
the wanting
the gale lifts me up to the white clouds. tufts separate then fold around me. i fly toward Proxima Centauri, Alpha Centauri’s star. my wings gather stardust along the way. i fly through still unbroken blackness. and learn to breathe with cosmic lungs. light is my destination or my path. it all leads back to…
writing to dissolve cages
Writing Prompt: Singular Sensation If one experience or life change results from you writing your blog, what would you like it to be? Something is here, among us, changing everything that we are. – me I would want that my writing experience free me in the way described by Osho. I want to fearlessly write…
virtual window to my soul
Writing Prompt: Mirror, Mirror, On the Wall Think of your blog as a mirror: what does it reveal? Consider your blog name, theme choice, design, bio, posts… what does every element tell you about yourself? To be honest, I’m not sure what my blog reveals about me. At least not on a deep level. I…
a colorful world
Writing Prompt: Colorful Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. My soul is colorful, covered in shades of pink, purple, red, blue, yellow, orange and green, filled with black and white, filled with rainbows carrying sunshine on their back. My thoughts are colorful, filled with thoughts and ideas that create stories of…
wickedness unbound
Writing Prompt: Wicked Witch Write about evil: how you understand it (or don’t), what you think it means, or a way it’s manifested, either in the world at large or in your life. I don’t understand evil. The desire to be evil eludes me beyond the very basic instinct to defend myself against someone who…
the halves of me
I split myself in two and send half of me into the past and the other half into the future. We each look forward and backwards at life, assessing who we were and who we may become. Our heart is divided by the chasm that grows wider each day we attempt live outside of the…
the disconnection
Writing Prompt: The Stat Connection Go to your Stats page and check your top 3-5 posts. Why do you think they’ve been successful? Find the connection between them, and write about it. My top five posts for this year are Fueling Imagination and Possibility, They Picked Me, Fearless in Dusty Blue, Finding the Exit from…
the mystery within the mystery
And as you come closer to yourself, you are coming closer to the universe. And the greatest moment in your life is when you accept the mystery of existence as it is without asking any question. You have understood one thing, that existence is mysterious and is going to remain mysterious. There is no need…