broken

the glass is already broken

shards scattered everywhere,

the words, already spoken,

frozen in the air.

the heart is already broken,

tears have been shed,

the future is the past.

we're already dead.

next?

what are you afraid of?

in life

in relationship

what are you afraid of?

that might happen

that won't happen

what are you afraid of?

that  you want

that you won't get

that you will get

what are you afraid of?

that you've done

that you haven't done

what are you afraid of?

that brings you to the brink

of wild love

or crushing loss

there is no difference.

Edit: i changed the music.

dance me

watch this , if you've ever loved.

shake, rattle

i wanted to embed this one, too, but it was disabled. worth a look!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dGuzaWWUaCM&feature=related

at the edge

as i lay dreaming

sedate me, daddy,

eight to the bar,

numb my guts

til my hair turns hoar frost white,

and my bones

melt into the street.

further fortune

after my birthday post, i realized that i had never completely extricated the fortune. assumptions were made on what was visible, most of them wrong.
so i opened it up.

this is the way i've often done things in the past-
upside down and backward.

thought i'd try it this way this time.

the question is, which one?

follow

death is 

the opposite

of time.

--365 tao, day 49

how old do you have to be?

one might say that wisdom is not
simply a mental process
but the sum total of a human being.
--365 tao, day 336

it was a dark and stormy night

the winds howled their greed,
the wolves howled their need,
the moon told them how.

reach out

how do we tell the difference?

we know
so little of love,
and so much of fear,
we think
they are the same.
where does the heart fly?

ten things that make me happy and that i love

having been tagged, here's my list. this doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of the multiplicities of what i love. some are the mundane things of daily life. the sacred lies in the ordinary.
some i left out, like books, family, nature. for me, they are a given.

you see, i couldn't quite keep it to ten, because of the last one.

1. photography-mine and others
2. the manifestation of the divine that we are - yoga
3. breathing in, breathing out-the cycles of life
4. the inevitability of change
5. the process of writing poetry (not necessarily the result)
6. sleeping past 6:00am
7. kissing
8. music and dancing, together or separately
9. making soup
10. all the possibilities i haven't explored yet
11. that the more i love, the more i love, and am loved

it would be interesting to do this once a week for a bit, and see what else arises. always room for more happiness, i say.

...and i am perpetually awaiting a rebirth of wonder...

the title is from the ferlinghetti poem in my last post.

this is what we lose, i think.
we lose the ability to wonder,
to be present anew,
to see with fresh eyes,
to lose the cynicism,
to shake the numbness,
to drop the armor,
to open the heart.

how do we shed the fear?
how do we soften?

how do we receive?

we laugh, and we love.

here's the laugh:

lyle lovett-penguins
(embedding disabled, you HAVE to see this)

here's the love: