called to the convent

get thee girl to a nunnery

sun warms my skin again

time passes quickly when i must change my mind again and grow swiftly into something else.
today i bit a thread of summer from the air, no chill. i don't know when it happened - the warm - all of a sudden it just was, as i just am, idyllic again.
what dream has passed, dissolved into the new? i can barely remember, the long sun makes all but the day vague.

the day is good, the sun is bright.

and in darkness - this phase of the moon holds just me in it; the orbits have shifted again. satellites, distant and intimate, adjust without commotion in orderly silence.

in the dark, i have much space around me and i sleep long sleeps in the simpleness of it.
wasn't there just a mist here with me? i wake up thirsty often.

the night is good, the sky is dark.

i am a quiet pagan, attuned to changes only;
now i am warm and i am all
bending in tiny grace to the small and giant eyes,
dissolving, unswayable.

above all

whatever it is, do what you say you'll do.

Buckminster Fuller

I live on Earth at present, and I don’t know what I am. I know that I am not a category. I am not a thing — a noun. I seem to be a verb, an evolutionary process — an integral function of the universe.

the go

in all forms

art is fundamentally pleasure-chasing. this is how it moves forward and evolves - our tastes change, often randomly, as we desire and pursue the most beautiful.

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