There are some
who can live without wild things
and some who cannot.
— Aldo Leopold —
when i give i give myself…
Give me odorous at sunrise
a garden of beautiful flowers
where I can walk undisturbed.
— Walt Whitman —
when time is spent…
Once, I met a man and I very nearly came the first time he entered me. I rode this man but I didn’t love him; I loved how his cock made me feel. He filled me beyond anything I’d ever known before.
A bird sits on my windowsill.
It fluffs its feathers and waits for others to arrive.
It doesn’t look up at the sun.
It sees me through my window and it simply serenades.
Many times, I made a man I (once) loved cum. I looked into his eyes as we filled one another; I looked because I saw him for who he was and still found joy. His lies filled me beyond anything I’d ever known before.
Sometimes we sleepwalk
Daylight fluffs its nighttime wings and whispers.
Someone traces secrets in the air that we cannot quite hear.
We blind ourselves – as one with the deaf and dumb.
I cry your name in deepest pleasure. I pull you close and feel impossibly new. The breath I once thought my own, rides the wind over water, through trees of cedar, under bark. I sit and see truth.
In life we are undone.
In waking-dreams we are made new.
With the right person, healing happens
But first, we must awaken.
let it loose…
The truth is like a lion.
You don’t have to defend it.
Let it loose.
It will defend itself.
— Saint Augustine —
do the thing…
Available people are the ones who are dangerous,
because they confront us with the possibility
of true intimacy…
— Marianne Williamson —
the call of the wild…
There’s a whisper on the night-wind,
there’s a star agleam to guide us,
And the Wild is calling, calling . . .
let us go.
— R.W. Service —
lies we tell ourselves…
I feel too deeply and want too much.
— Libba Bray —
on lies, secrets, and silence…
An honorable human relationship — that is, one in which two people have the right to use the word “love” — is a process, delicate, violent, often terrifying to both persons involved, a process of refining the truths they can tell each other.
It is important to do this because it breaks down human self-delusion and isolation.
It is important to do this because in doing so we do justice to our own complexity.
It is important to do this because we can count on so few people to go that hard way with us.
— Adrienne Rich —
too often in life…
The real damage is done by those millions who want to ‘survive.’ The honest men who just want to be left in peace. Those who don’t want their little lives disturbed by anything bigger than themselves. Those with no sides and no causes.
Those who won’t take measure of their own strength, for fear of antagonizing their own weakness. Those who don’t like to make waves-or enemies. Those for whom freedom, honour, truth, and principles are only literature.
Those who live small, mate small, die small. It’s the reductionist approach to life: if you keep it small, you’ll keep it under control. If you don’t make any noise, the bogeyman won’t find you. But it’s all an illusion, because they die too, those people who roll up their spirits into tiny little balls so as to be safe. Safe?! From what?
Life is always on the edge of death; narrow streets lead to the same place as wide avenues, and a little candle burns itself out just like a flaming torch does. I choose my own way to burn.
— Sophie Scholl —
this freedom inside…
We should choose someone
because they make us come alive
with passion and feel empowered.
— Laura Brown —