I enjoying reading the blog of Angry Chicken. Thanks to one of her posts, I discovered the poem-a-day feature of poets.org. Every morning I receive a poem in my inbox. I open the email with bated breath hoping that some phrase will speak to me to unlock a mystery held within or release an emotion from chains or wow my brain for the way in which something is described so eloquently. From the poem, "I Got Heaven" by Garrett Hongo he writes,
"I swear that, in Gardena, on a moonlit suburban street,
There are souls that twirl like kites lashed to the wrists of the living
And spirits who tumble in a solemn limbo between 164th
And the long river of stars to Amida's Paradise in the West"
The souls tied to the wrists of the living resonated with me. I've been told I'm a bit of an "old soul". I find it interesting when someone else notices something about you that you don't self recognize. So it took me time to think about whether this matches who I am. I struggle between holding on to the past and the very nature of life where time always moves us forward. Perhaps I like to be tied to souls who want to dance along with me on the "long river of stars" (I love that description as it could mean so much - are they stars, are they strings of light in the sky that line streets). To me it's a path lit from both the natural and industrial world.
seasons tarnish
copper
revealing luck
My attempt at a Haiku to illustrate the joy of finding a penny! (We link finding pennies to my grandparents.) I'm afraid to be myself with people I'm getting to know. I feel so much more comfortable with people I hardly know. Why is that? Although I'm still living, it's like my spirit "tumbles in a solemn limbo".
What would Freud or Jung say about this all? As I peruse some of their theories of personality I'm left with more questions: "did they base their theories on their own personality?, did they speculate about others based on their own knowledge, idiosyncrasies, vices and self reflection?". The greatest knowledge we have is based on what we as humans have produced, connected and collected.
(and so I ponder. I guess this is the part of exhalation of the sunset I spoke about below.)
...the answer lies within...and is unique to me.
"I swear that, in Gardena, on a moonlit suburban street,
There are souls that twirl like kites lashed to the wrists of the living
And spirits who tumble in a solemn limbo between 164th
And the long river of stars to Amida's Paradise in the West"
The souls tied to the wrists of the living resonated with me. I've been told I'm a bit of an "old soul". I find it interesting when someone else notices something about you that you don't self recognize. So it took me time to think about whether this matches who I am. I struggle between holding on to the past and the very nature of life where time always moves us forward. Perhaps I like to be tied to souls who want to dance along with me on the "long river of stars" (I love that description as it could mean so much - are they stars, are they strings of light in the sky that line streets). To me it's a path lit from both the natural and industrial world.
seasons tarnish
copper
revealing luck
My attempt at a Haiku to illustrate the joy of finding a penny! (We link finding pennies to my grandparents.) I'm afraid to be myself with people I'm getting to know. I feel so much more comfortable with people I hardly know. Why is that? Although I'm still living, it's like my spirit "tumbles in a solemn limbo".
What would Freud or Jung say about this all? As I peruse some of their theories of personality I'm left with more questions: "did they base their theories on their own personality?, did they speculate about others based on their own knowledge, idiosyncrasies, vices and self reflection?". The greatest knowledge we have is based on what we as humans have produced, connected and collected.
(and so I ponder. I guess this is the part of exhalation of the sunset I spoke about below.)
...the answer lies within...and is unique to me.