Frozen wings;
Lonely dragons unbound
Skyward suspected
Frozen wings;
Lonely dragons unbound
Skyward suspected
Adrift in an ocean of indifference
Purple streaks cast across your shipMATES
Little thought
Little mind
Little anything
Just hunger, naked, raw
waves lapping against your skin
Almost a feeling then
fleeting
then – opaque vistas
waters rising against an unreachable horizon
Flight, soaring through rushing strato vales and nimbus peaks
Elation beyond all comprehension
Leaves you
Breathless
Wanting more – the rush gone too soon
heart beating catching up to readjusted reality
How to live now in anonymous monotony?
How to exist in grey silence?
Once tasted technicolor life is the only fruit
Frosted breath
darkness encroaches all
Bloodmoon
Difficult to breathe
Hard to think
Form coherent thoughts
Fingers slowly moving over keys
familiar and alien
poised over letters and symbols and spaces
seeking the ones needed to express
most succinctly
The need
the feelings
slipping into…
lack of clarity?
over the ‘W’, now the ‘O’
still meaning eludes
too many thoughts, emotions
Sadness, guilt, regret, pity, shame (a little),
how to right a lifetime of actions?
how to give and receive peace?
Lost thoughts, orphaned, drift across my mind
dissolving as morning dew at dawn.
Dawn, there will always be another dawn.
I think.
I just spent a week off the grid.
No access to my blog, email, social media, SMS or any of the other trappings of our connected lives. It felt good.
I grew up in a world without computers and it is nice to remember that people can live without them. Naturally, that proposition is becoming more difficult each day in the developed world.
Do take the time to disconnect once in a while. It will refresh you and might even allow you to reconnect with yourself and your fellow travelers on this, our adventure.
Black milk congeals
oozing through the cracks
Thickly flowing down
ever down
pooling at the bottom
Viscous strings attach
to your heart
flowing in defiance
upwards – into you
Heaviness and tearing dullness
settle into you
rip at you
nip at you
dissolve your being
leaving hollow coldness
Sweat tinged
Life is not just.
Nobody should ever think that it is. Life is naked and brutal and beautiful and breath taking and surprising.
But not just.
Justice is a concept, even though coined by us humans, which is poorly understood at best. Who is the authority of arbitration when it comes to justice. Who has the wisdom, insight, neutrality and ultimately power to mete out justice?
The answer, unfortunately, is, nobody. At least nobody mortal. We seek out God, the Gods, Fate and Karma to be the ultimate arbiters of justice. We thus recognised long ago that justice is something that cannot be left in human hands.
So, what good is it? Must we wait to be judged by a higher authority? An ultimate power? And whose justice will it be? Who, in the final analysis is just? Justified in having taken the action that was taken?
Not an answer to be found in a blog – that much is certain.
How about this then? Let us treat each other with respect and dignity. Let us treat each other in a way that encourages smiles and hugs and giving way and getting up to offer one’s seat and helping the weak with the heavy loads and the strong to realise the value of humility.
After all, justice will be a long time coming.
In times uncertain
Through lands unkown
With friends untrusted
One must
Always and without fail
Let sensibility prevail
Lest
Much to one’s dismay
Both purse and kidney
Go astray

Life can be pretty good…