Woman on the other side of the mirror

Charles Bukowski — The Vale of Soul-Making

writing has been my fountain of youth my whore, my love, my gamble. The gods have spoiled me. — Charles Bukowski, from “only one Cervantes,” The Last Night of the Earth Poems. (Ecco May 31, 2002 via Charles Bukowski — The Vale of Soul-Making

Free

2019/08

Closer to universe

Formidable goose flying south

Never liked him for his looks,

liked him for his environmentalism Leonardo  

I’m pretty sure this is the only thing

That makes things tolerable

Simply logic, from the soul

 

Casual love

Casual love, I believe in that deep love, I believe in that too polygamous love, I believe in that, but I’m starting to believe in random, casual love more deep monogamous love, I believe in that too casual deep love, I believe in that    

Lion pose

Bleeding green

Can’t get myself to cry …it’s been over years… over something that’s left this samsara the memories blur and dissipate to the ground I’m trying to knock myself alive cry a little more, scream a bit love a lot but I’m left dissipating too; dispersing with the winds themselves trying to attach to whatever that

Pure heart

The twists and turns in your hair give away the thousand year history untold the smile on your face warms every warm blooded’s beating heart eons of bond, shared blood, genes that connect you to everything every sea on earth all the star dust above clouds, far, far away the twinkle in your eyes, diamonds

Love and instinct

Playful swivel

Seeing you is seeing a raven snake swimming on a stream, after rain Most people are scared of it But I just feel so happy, seeing you frolic in shimmering sunlight Playing against the flow, splashing Playing with me when I rode on by As you swiveled into thorny green abyss I’m fond of you

Where you are

You’re calling for me In this corner of the cell where there’s nothing But walls You’re in my head You’re wanting my company I can feel it barely tingle like some current running through a wire in the brain I stare at the wall when there’s nothing there But the more I stare, I feel

Letting it be

The ball’s no longer in my court The world’s a mysterious place

John Muir quotes

One of the best ways to see tree flowers is to climb one of the tallest trees and to get into close tingling touch with them, and then look broad Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world The mountains are calling and I must go As long as I live, I’ll

Chieftain

Walking in a blizzard

Somewhere in the middle of passive thoughts

“Why are you a vegetarian?” He asked. “I don’t like the thought of animals suffering” I responded. “But animals were created by god to service us” he said softly. And we ate our meals silently, somewhere in the middle of passive thoughts.  

Nonchalance

Race

It took a full circle But the only race I believe in is Animal  

That marbled pathway

Who are we but bright flames that wane? Flesh alive and so here now, but can step away from these frames Far away the evening fragrance lingers Seeping into deeper woods Feeling is like morning weather With windchimes and little bells Rolling misty haze, kissing our feets Atop the marbled pathway Of a holy treasure

Look at yourself

Throughout mankind

Throughout the history of mankind, how many times Have people seen the sun Through the tree leaves