Does a void contain anything? Why do I stare at it? If I am floating forever in eternity on this cloud, am I not void as well?
Category: Weekly state (Page 3 of 23)
A road has two lanes and I’ll probably use both.
If the road is majestic, you hardly look into the rear view mirror. So how would you know which way to drive? I have been dreaming about being able to see both ways but the amount of information is too much.
So there I go again, driving forward in reverse gear, trying to make it work. At least it will be a beautiful ride. Wanna get in?
Yes, I know. Dragged into a filthy alley and beat up by slang until it didn’t resemble anything it was before. But how beautiful is it that light becomes lit? Something vanishes through the fire, it is being sacrificed for flame. Just like the “g” and the “h”. May their service not be forgotten.
Sometimes I feel like I am losing my g and h as well. How bright the flame burns? I can never say, it’s lit under my butt. I feel the heat and surely enough I move but how much their sacrifice has given to the flame I hardly ever know.
Light can illuminate, a lit candle shines into the darkness. Something will pay for the light, mostly the wax. A torch burns wood, a flashlight batteries. Humans burn as well, calories. How bright will they shine?
I guess it depends on you.
I jump from one warm underground place to another, escaping the crisp cold winter air in between.
I indulge, slurping fermented juices that make me merry and talking about life. Hardly looking around, I try to slow down but I am hasty. A crawl of some kind this was supposed to be, in the end it was a run. Absence makes the hard grow fonder but what if there is just hours to rest from it?
Carpe diem, people have put on the walls as stickers. I am trying, but it remains hard. I have previously struggled with the concepts of past and future, wondering where this magical place of inbetweenness is. I haven’t found it yet.
So I continue to haste, jolly nonetheless. Because running can be a way to slow down.
Yes, please.
One more piece of cake, one more coffee, a bit of milk and the world is round again.
Simple as that may sound, at times the ingredients for a perfect balance that makes you squint in pleasure are not easy to identify. Or worse, they are not available. Like a dish that misses that edge, the spice, the salt or the taste of something you cannot put your mind quite to, is ending up bland.
Blandness is the death of dear Papa, which is why you are always wondering what I am rambling on about on here. You see, this is a dish as well. Straight from my brain to your. Food for the thoughts. Go on, have a sip!
So this week, I am firing up the wok as I have found the ingredient that was missing the past week. A bit of this and a bit of that. Be sure not to overeat!
I am full, for now.
How about you?