"the myth"

"Everybody acts out a myth, but very few know what their myth is."

"More it's like there is a story, that you should be acting out, that works across games, 
and you have an incline of it, you have a notion of it, you have a vague apprehension of it, 
it is sort of built into you - that's archetype, that's an archetype." 

conflicted

drawn by something I do not see,

but feel on my skin, can hardly resist

"water's edge"

"vortex"

"woolgathering"

"God told me if I painted it enough, I could have it."

― Georgia O'Keeffe

after all this time

after all this time of

gold wheel spinning
treading silk yarn in

fancy dream-knitting

woolgathering

the spool in my hand is bare

my bed ― empty

 and I still wonder, what if?

what if I had pricked my finger

let it bleed, then what?

what then, love?
.
can you live twice
the same dream?

ripe cherries

June solstice ―
e11even doves in the cherry tree

its branches swayed by heat
splintered light-

brea[d]th of wings, slender dreams
and ruddy-ripe cherries

_ _ _

Happy full-moon Solstice!
Welcome Summer 2016!

"Leica"-sticker

Vertical reverb :
an un-pr0verbial v0rtex [0f mind], 0r this

preverbal v0id 0f mine . . .
0vertly present?

This place

This place
I will [re]call upon arrival : august

in the shadow of a blazing sun-
flower steeped in saffron
serendipitous dawn ―
unrequested unannounced
quietly expected evermore welcomed
then and there, laconic sun rises in earnest
above a hazy lush-green cornfield
sinks in a palm of dust
tossed over a wavering mountainous sea
and behind my shoulder
.

there! ― so far away as to forget my fear
of not ever turning back

"These are the days that must happen to you."
― Walt Whitman

Forget time, [re]collect love

"The illusion which exalts us is dearer to us than ten thousand truths."

― Anton Chekhov, Gooseberries and Other Stories

Floating dreams

"There are mornings in our lives when beauty falls into our hands 

and when that happens, we must do what we can to nurture and protect it. 

That we sometimes fail must never preclude our striving."

― Patrick Lane

Rising wings

On the grace of wings

extant dreams [re]turn, raise me a-

bove the orderly

"I know not what I seek eternally" (Rosalía de Castro)

I know not what I seek eternally

on earth, in air, and sky;

I know not what I seek; but it is something

that I have lost, I know not when,

and cannot find, although in dreams invisibly

it dwells in all I touch and see.

Ah bliss! Never can I recapture you
either on earth, in air, or sky,
although I know you have reality
and are no futile dream.

― Rosalía de Castro, tr. by Muriel Kittel

Wildalone

Wildalone*, I'm-

age harbouring a restless soul, uprooted

and haunted by this

intrinsic longing to be on the move

in chase of an archaic self-
reinventing ever illusionary horizon

somewhere else, obscure
like an emerald frosted century-
old heart-shaped sea-glass
relentlessly pounded by time and elements
glinting now at my weary feet
at the water's edge of Cabo Fisterra
believed once to be the End of the World
astounding, evermore unsettled
the mere proposition of a dream
distance destiny merging
someday, someplace

*Wildalone, самодива [samodiva]

_ _ _

“Now more than ever do I realize that I will never be content with a sedentary life, 

that I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere.” 

― Isabelle Eberhardt, The Nomad: The Diaries of Isabelle Eberhardt

The Pilgrim's Prayer

. . . 

3.

Thou wilst sweeten my final bitterness,

Thou wilst lighten my final weariness,

Thou wilst watch over my dreams,

Thou wilst wipe away my tears.

4.

Every morning wilst Thou us again

the torch of light and joy

and Thou wilst exchange the dead hours

I bring thee for a new and living morning. Amen.

from Hymn, The Pilgrim's Prayer

                                                                   Sunrise at O Cebreiro, Galicia : June 2nd, 2015

Age over Dream

Dream over memory ―

this incessant grind of hours

only the ancient survive

                         in cold stone i'm-age-

                         less fervent flesh and bone

remain true in spite

the verbal contortion of thoughts

wholesome desire

  promises century-old 

that do not live long enough

to limn the light at dawn

                         re-call your name.

"We eat light, drink it in through our skins. With a little more exposure to light, 
you feel part of things physically. I like feeling the power of light and space physically 
because then you can order it materially. Seeing is a very sensuous act ―
there's a sweet deliciousness to feeling yourself see something."

― James Turrell

Dream a dream

"The eye should learn to listen before it looks." — Robert Frank 

Wish upon a star

                                                                           "Star light, star bright" . . .

Blue jay

                                            Cloud of blue, fair wings

                                             on a slanted horizon ―

                                             a dream in motion.

Riddle

"I'll tell you a riddle. 
You're waiting for a train, a train that will take you far away. 
You know where you hope this train will take you, but you don't know for sure. 
But it doesn't matter. . .

How can it not matter to you where that train will take you?" 

- Inception, The Movie