Originally published October 18, 2018, this piece has been recorded previously as one of the first recordings I posted here (at https://objectsanddistance.com/2020/12/13/when-the-storm-is-over-2/, along with a photograph (which was what I started adding around the time I began recording, eventually evolving to artwork). I am re-recording and reposting this, as my dear friend Jasmine (https://www.instagram.com/mine_primel/) has … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “When the Storm is Over”
Poetry Reading – “When the Storm is Over”
Greetings, Below is my second recording of an old piece called "When the Storm is Over", originally published in October of 2020. As with many of my pieces, this was originally written to speak to what was going on in my own personal life, as well as to the situation that a specific person I … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “When the Storm is Over”
This Is a World of Suffering
This isA world of suffering. We can never hope to receiveComfort and contentmentIf we search for it inThe material world. Love and peace can only comeFrom within and the source from which that draws,As well as from one another,In our treatment of each other,In the choices we make,And in our behaviors thusly.
Life, and the Path It Follows
The Earth is alive Even when it is sleeping Under so many layers Of ice and debris Clinging tightly To the frozen ground As loose debris blows Gently over the layered snow Traveling From place to place Participating In an equation far too complex to be captured within the realm of our understanding An equation … Continue reading Life, and the Path It Follows
We Were Born of Fire and Ash
We were born of fire and ash Rising from the dust of a former fate To take once more To the skies of life, material Lifted on the eternal currents Of time and space Drifting As it were In the distance between Moments far removed Searching for Now In the ambiguous flow Of then and … Continue reading We Were Born of Fire and Ash
When the Storm is Over
When the storm is over And deep blue skies are beginning to break on the horizon It would be easy to believe That there is nothing left for you to do Other than to wait Hopeless and defeated Until the next storm comes through But it is in these moments When the worst lies behind … Continue reading When the Storm is Over
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