An eternal unease drifts by and remembers its origin within

The mind, the mind is powerful. They are drunk with the power their own narratives afford them. And heaving, man vomits his unquenchable desires, uncertain love, and unbridled fear upon the world. To wake is to be borne again into time. Before, I dreamed a thousand dreams of potential and anguish. Then I awoke, andContinue reading “An eternal unease drifts by and remembers its origin within”

A new moon rose with melancholic despair

A new moon rose with melancholic despair. An anxiety of a new kind is rising within the human spirit. Why does such a change scare us? We are all aware that this life is temporary, that we will die someday, maybe some day soon. But a change in certainty, in perhaps false certainty frightens us.Continue reading “A new moon rose with melancholic despair”

The Saints all suffer for this

The saints all suffer for this, that which I gaze upon. I’m living that divine life now, full of rapture, despair, peace and loneliness. The mists cling to the form of night. Pain settles in from childhood. Memories of a sunrise with a lover shade themselves with loss. The sun hazily breaks through to myContinue reading “The Saints all suffer for this”

Meaninglessness CANNOT exist without meaning

And there was light. It so often feels as if no matter what I do as a career, or as a person, or what conversations I have or what I share or who I surround myself with or what I feel or think or fear, that it is all pointless, only ending in the negationContinue reading “Meaninglessness CANNOT exist without meaning”