"Love Like Rain, Like Sun" - Recorded 3/13/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Love like rain,Like sun,FallDown on me;Help me grow,Wash awayThe dirty grey,That whetherSunny skies orCloudy day,I might beTo othersAs I wish they might beTo me.
...because often, meaning is in our heads, and not in the words we read. The majority of our communication is unspoken, open to interpretation. Meaning and intent changes. Ownership is not static. These words are yours now, and the meaning, your own. Enjoy. 🥦 "Broccoli." - Recorded 3/12/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance … Continue reading Broccoli.
For you, once more and always. "The Cardinal" - Recorded 3/6/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them The Cardinal sings,perched amongst the branches,waiting,that love might hear and respond. I am singing now!Do you hear me? Come to me, oh love;I am yoursand always will be.
"Without 'Without' 'With' Cannot Be" - Recorded 2/2/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Empty vacuum space inside,Nothingness, cannot abideAbhorrent empty void! In all things, dualityAs without "without" "with" cannot be,As grey to need for black, for white, to see.Objects, we;Distance, that which lies between.
"I Will Wait." - Recorded 1/17/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Breathe deep and…Hold. Release. Repeat.There is a quiet value to patience.I will wait…Will you?
For you. "I'm Sorry. I Forgive You. I Love You, Always." - Recorded 1/12/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I'm sorry. I forgive you. I love you, always. 💙
Today's reading is a very short piece, but meaningful in showing how lost I was at the time, yet how despite that, I had a glimmer of hope in that I was doing my best to leverage routine and friendships (no matter how fleeting) to stay afloat. "Adrift" - Recorded 12/31/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Adrift”
Tin roof raindrops,Words and sounds, fallingYour face,Dark cloud above and fog on the mirrorI reach, butI feel nothing.
In the end,We are nothing more than a dropIn the ocean that is time.
When others speak for us, We are often reminded of our differences. When we speak for ourselves, We discover our similarities.