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Thursday, June 7, 2012
Friday, June 1, 2012
JUNE
"You cannot change your destination overnight, but you can change your direction overnight."
- Jim Rohn
Friday, May 25, 2012
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
KiSS
The thought of a kiss
The feeling right before the kiss
The ‘Oh my God it’s about to happen’ moment
The electricity,
The brush of the lips
The pull as you bring me in to completely lose the world around us,
That timeless kiss
Filling my heart of joy and happiness.
A kiss that melt my moment.
A kiss my love, just a kiss.
-Christopher T.A.
-Photo: Ekaterina Prozheyko
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Thursday, May 10, 2012
The Park
Because anyone sitting still attracts desire,
Even this will not be given you, the park
In June, the silence of a bench at eleven o’clock
On a Monday morning, or four on a Thursday afternoon.
Someone will drift toward you, unattached
And lonely. The spell will be broken, the wrong word said.
It is cool, but there is no death in the few token leaves
That must have come down last night, in the rain that freshened,
The tree-smell that remains. For this season there is no name,
Not summer, and none of the months of the year—
A something inside you. Search your mind
For the green arboriferous Word the boys and girls swing out of
Like a tree, and the lovers
On the grass in tantric mode, in an ecstasy
Of untouching, and the human buddhas, legs infolded, reading.
Branches, sheer translucent leaves—
You would die to get under them forever, if it were given you,
The park, on this, a day like any other day,
And not the knowledge of everyone ever met
Who will come upon you, sooner or later,
If only you stay here. No, not people, or the walkways
Made in another century, or the murmur of the great city
Everywhere in the distance, but this breathing-space
Where the void no longer terrible
But to be relaxed in, the depressions
Which anyway here are mild, incoming from the west,
Slow-acting, chronic, lifelong not acute
Are there to be sat through, waited out
On a damp bench, as a man sweeps up around you
And the sun comes out in real time, stealing over the ground
-Harry Clifton
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Dream
"Only as high as I reach can I grow
Only as far as I seek can I go
Only as deep as I look can I see
Only as much as I dream can I be"
-Karen Ravn
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