be not fearful of anything
a diminished view of one’s self
dither no more What i see begins w/in me the eye, the portal am i free, myself, to feel both fear and love. have i taken care of my Self, the temple that houses ... I see, i feel, and is comfort or recoil my first instinct ? am i secure enough to embrace the inner/outer — pain, i am accustomed to it is beauty, love, serenity – that is my struggle ...
almost back home from my reading riding writing excursion
a second poem i wrote at the coffee/poem shindig, as the outro:
a sunday afternoon the air pierced w/ sharp notes, a community drawn together for a fix – it's not the drugs per se, but the shared experience; set aside from the mundane fear, pushed by the electronic dealer; here the fear is injected ceremoniously, to see a higher ideal — not debasement but a strength thru ... transfiguration, amalgamation integration. Words flowing to touch one another via the sublime air vibrating from the tickling of the ivory to the bellowing of lungs & [vocal] chords To what end? none, it's the ... [sunday after-noon.]