I did my best to let go and talk to her. To share my thoughts about the landscape and the treasures scattered across its surface, tucked into it’s crevices. Thousands of sand dollars spread out, two or three for every step we took and the tide lower by the locals standard then it ever was. And dreams. I tried to talk some of my dreams honest and open and let her in and took all our clothes off when it was too cold with them on and went out to face that nature head on with the cold ocean water striking the human out of me like a swift electrical bolt. And all the impermanence swirling around my head and heart all the time, I tried to let go just let lapse and feel open to this dream. I needed that dream like air, the week torn into me like blisters of heavy glass, slowing me down the blood trail shadowing my smile. I needed it and she knew it and took me and went somewhere else the next day and it cheapened it but I know it don’t. I know it’s just different and there goes my swirling impermanent thoughts and what to do besides strike up against them and try to believe but feeling all of those and the weight of the glass heavy with a black shining back still large chunks stuck in me, trickling out like diamonds in my blood against the moon. A moonlit trail of soul. It gets hard to believe and I know you were true, weren’t you.
Closing eyes, and when I wake up…
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…. And when it settled, the sun took on a different shape through blueing waters of deep wood pond. It shook and stammered, plucking up the turquoise sunfish crowns. Hereafter the men named nature as gods and walked among them only in chance open hearted dreams.
Or Bob Demon, who throughout his life felt bad about himself, namely for being aligned with dark forces and mal intention. Until finally one day he read a story about a red goblin who was born into a green family, and ostracized until like rudolph, or the swan, he realized he could do what no one else could (materialize dripping silver fire with his fingers) and the goblin became the most celebrated of all his kind. After that, Bob Demon related to demons. Found strength in them. Aligned himself with their strengths and grew to be strong and powerful from it, although not altogether bad or in most ways demonic.
Then there was Dave Demon (Bobs kind of twin) who went through the direct opposite of Bob’s experience. That is, starting off relating to demons and than very much so in the end feeling a sneaking and unsettling crawling at his soul about being paired with that type of concept. But he got over that, eventually, cause everything goes right and works out for the best eventually.
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