For you; yes, you. For us. For what comes next. "Flowers in the Snow" - Recorded 1/10/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Broke crust; boot to Earth.In winter's step, new to grow.Descend to(o), sanctum deep.Observe: bones,Picked clean, long ago.Mid-day, sun gleam.Bright light, dark though. Bow now.Lit, torch.Cast toWhite glow. New ground.New … Continue reading Flowers in the Snow
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I Have Cursed the Moon
"I Have Cursed the Moon" - Recorded 12/30/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them What is to be done?How to make this right?How does anyoneeven sleep at night? I have screamed.I have cried.I have cursed the moon,wishing I had died…and I have tried. And yet… The sun each day,it circles 'round,whether its … Continue reading I Have Cursed the Moon
Through the Hard Winter
Lykke tells me That in Iran There is a saying: Stand and resist in hard days just like "sarv" (the evergreen), let nothing wither your greenery. Not only is this a beautiful statement of resilience, But it is also another sign to me That we are all not so different As we are alike; This … Continue reading Through the Hard Winter
Something for All Those Who Have Been There
This morning I woke to Memories Of dreams from the night before. I remember that I dreamt of you, Ariele. I dreamt that I was finally able to visit Brazil, And we sat for coffee in a small shop. We talked for many hours Of all things that we talk of now But we could … Continue reading Something for All Those Who Have Been There
I Tried to Play a Song
I tried to play a song today
On an antique wooden piano;
I must admit,
I know now the first thing about how to do so
But neither do I really know
How to be this mess of flesh and bone we call "human",
Yet here I stand still,
So I figured I would give it a shot.
A Pause
At times A pause Is needed A break In time To rest In the stillness Reflect upon What has been And prepare for What is yet to come The sun shines bright On a world of whistling white drifts and slush-filled alleyways And on the air There is a touch of spring A sense Of … Continue reading A Pause
A Waiting World
Ice grey trail Stonework cracked All smiling and white from fallen snow But beneath You are still Dirt and worms Moss and grass A waiting world Stories Hold for Sunlight summer
Where We Fit In
There is no sky above No Earth below Just space Time Unfolding Collapsing and expanding Flowing through Around Between All of objects and the distance between them Filling Each and every corner Until there is nothing to separate The black from the white The light from the darkness The shadows of night From the glow … Continue reading Where We Fit In
Of What, I Am Not Certain
I remember when Our eyes opened With the rising of the sun The smell of morning air And a renewal that cannot quite be captured In words Can only be felt But for a moment I remember standing Behind a frozen pane of glass Staring out Into a world of swirling white Wondering Whether there … Continue reading Of What, I Am Not Certain
In the Heat of the Fire’s Glow
In the heat of the fire's glow We watch the day's light come and then go The seconds turn to minutes turn to hours then they're gone The days are getting shorter and the nights are getting long Evening turns to gloaming turns to darkness turns to dawn Amidst the calm of the falling snow … Continue reading In the Heat of the Fire’s Glow