A Goddess in Transition
That's me. Lots of rain lastnight until this morning. I live near the ocean and sometimes too much rain makes me uneasy. The rain stopped soon after I began to worry. I found myself uneasy just the same.
Transitional Goddess, there must be an explaination. Somewhere between trying to be responsible enough to make sense of what I find challenging to remember, to be a mother then a parent then a sister then who knows what else. Until you stop and decide or find somehow you have already decided that it is time to change. Change for what? Into what? Then to what end? The question kills the taste of the answer with no plan no meaning for failing to give it one.
Tasting arouses other desires. Just a loop. Longing for love the ache is a blessing difficult to realize as one may only receive the ache of longing if one is truly loved by someone somewhere. To know it, remember it, let it go, but never is it possible to lose it. Funny, loves metamorphosis; so like that of the soul of the believer.
There will be peace after the war. There will be more rainy days. Why does it take so much harshness to bring out the best in someone? Why? A serious question with a silly answer..
Light rain covers like a heavy mist and I too am carried away. Off in my own world looking for the connection to that of another world for some mysterious purpose.
I can smell the rain. A goddess in transition, transitional goddess that is I.
For a Saturday it felt like a work day. I woke up very early, at least early for me. I was delirious for some reason my mind detatched from any earthly reality. My crazy side wired for sound.
The week was busy maybe not so much exciting but busy. Busy with people I love and people I tolerate and then just new people. Go go dancers behind double window panes, Jews on a mission, ideas, likes and dislikes, incentives, initiatives.
Sullen music for a somber mood. Its funny. It is always sooo funny where is the money..I would like to know. The artists' angst is the vagabonds rejoice.
I want to ..
I need to..
I would really love too....
Wouldn't you?...
Saturday, May 03, 2003
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