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Mad Rain

In your light I learn to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you.
But sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.

Gone: Excerpt from Heaven's Coast: A Memoir, by Mark Doty Wednesday, September 08, 2010 |

The afternoon is so quiet and deep, it seems almost to ring and chime, a cold, struck bell. There is an inaudible roaring, a rush, beneath the surface of things, beneath the surface of Wally, who is now almost no surface, as if I could see into him, into that great hurrying current, that energy, that forward motion which is life going on. I was never this close to anyone in my life. His living so deep, and absolute, that it pulls me close to that interior current, so far inside his life, and my own. I know I am going to be more afraid than I have ever been, but right now I am not afraid. I am face to face with the deepest movement in the world, the point of my love’s deepest reality, where he is most himself, even if that self empties out, into no one, swift river hurrying into the tumble of rivers, out of individuality, into the great rushing whirlwind of currents. God, moving on the face of the waters…. I know it’s time. I say to Wally, while the breath comes more shallowly, “All the love in the world goes with you”. Each breath he draws in goes a little less further into his body, so easily. He never struggles; there is no sense of difficulty, no sense of holding on… I say, “You go easy, babe. Go Free”. The world seemed in absolute suspension, nothing moving anywhere, everything centered. Go easy. But you go.

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Carl Sagan Saturday, July 31, 2010 |

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Charly... Friday, March 19, 2010 |



Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.

And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.

And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then you shall truly dance….

For what is it to die, but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun….

And what is it to cease breathing,
but to free the breath, from its restless tides,
that it may rise,
and expand,
and seek God
unencumbered.

~~ Kahlil Gibran ~~

All the love in the world goes with you. You go easy, babe.

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Who Am I?

I care too much.
I worry too often.
I trust too easily.
I hold on for too long.
I take things too personally.
I love deeply, too completely.
I have to learn some lessons the hard way.
I know that nothing worth having is ever easy.

I feel...
disconnected from this world.
as if I don’t quite belong here.
lost.
incomplete.
afraid of all that is before me.
completely unsure of myself.

I am...
constantly distracted
highly caffeinated
artful minded
often displaced
slightly OCD
easily amused
very stubborn
possibly radioactive
usually peaceful
overly independent
creatively random

I Am inspired by...
My friends,
what they have taught me,
about life, about myself,
about love, and loss…
I am who I am because of you.
I am forever changed, eternally grateful.
You know who you are.

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