Water for Brigid
Sketches for a water vessel —
bottle and message elide on waves.
Voice of Brigid calls.
bottle and message elide on waves.
Voice of Brigid calls.
All who hear: Imagine.
Exposed to wind, to grit, to rain
and
hail,
rock faces erode.
Vessel
Designated fixed space
Sacrosanct container
Conveyor through fluid
separates
Fluidity
Creates place, surface to
paint.
Amusement;
diffusement of emotion,
beatitude, foment of dueling
farce.
Designated fixed space
Sacrosanct container
Conveyor through fluid
separates
Fluidity
Creates place, surface to
paint.
Amusement;
diffusement of emotion,
beatitude, foment of dueling
farce.
Harsh edges polished,
pure colors
blend in the dark.
Brief infusion
of giddy
illusion
glows
just enough to guilefully entice.
Sparkling Neural net
pure colors
blend in the dark.
Brief infusion
of giddy
illusion
glows
just enough to guilefully entice.
Sparkling Neural net
smiles,
a secret
clue revealing
purpose,
meaning,
engages
wild eternal child,
ages’ flamboyant
fool,
Glorious
Muse
(Voice rains from within)
A wound is a sacred vessel.
Pain carves into flesh
sense memory;
carries the
seed
of its own demise.
Sentience
engulfed in life
learns anew to be
whole.
Pain carves into flesh
sense memory;
carries the
seed
of its own demise.
Sentience
engulfed in life
learns anew to be
whole.
Wounded with the potential for wisdom
when eyes are are pried
from seeping, sucking,
suffering
aching to censure what future we admire.
Redefine the
schizm.
This wound is our project.
To heal, discover the
vision;
realign the seam to fit
self-framed
landscape.
when eyes are are pried
from seeping, sucking,
suffering
aching to censure what future we admire.
Redefine the
schizm.
This wound is our project.
To heal, discover the
vision;
realign the seam to fit
self-framed
landscape.
Let loose that genie of desire.
Ride rushing blood streams.
Build a roaring pyre of
grief,
insane belief in wrathfilled deities.
Revile that old refrain:
“life is pain” or a game
to be lost.
No Faustian bargain.
Just a
Ride rushing blood streams.
Build a roaring pyre of
grief,
insane belief in wrathfilled deities.
Revile that old refrain:
“life is pain” or a game
to be lost.
No Faustian bargain.
Just a
rambling adventure
daring
to explore
essence of ecstasy.
Don’t
wait for the rest to see
and demur.
Stretch your sail.
Take sight of
your guiding star.
The only failure is self-denial
in favor of the vile
lie
that pain is destiny
instead of faithful friend
lending
energy
for change.
Slice vivid memories.
Exult in the tastes, the textures.
Enliven your
way.
Exult in the tastes, the textures.
Enliven your
way.
In the end
the vessel breaks.
There the Goddess stirs
the vessel breaks.
There the Goddess stirs
2011 Aquarius
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