Tag Archives: death

Severity

The man with the clear head is the man who frees himself from those fantastic “ideas” and looks life in the face, realizes that everything in it is problematic, and feels himself lost. As this is the simple truth-that to live is to feel oneself lost-he who accepts it has already begun to find himself; to be on firm ground. Instinctively, as do the shipwrecked, he will look around for something to cling to, and that tragic, ruthless glance, absolutely sincere, because it is a question of his salvation, will cause him to bring order into the chaos of his life. These are the only genuine ideas; the ideas of the shipwrecked. All the rest is rhetoric, posturing, farce. He who does not really feel himself lost, is inexorably lost; that is to say, he never finds himself, never comes up against his own reality.’
– The Revolt of the Masses

Little Pieces So Wholly : Friction

It’s in the little moments

It’s in the grand schemes

In galaxies, as well as the life story of each sand grain,

It drives some insane, it keeps some in their lane, it leads some to abstain

Me? I’m learning to let it be

 

It’s in the finest times of my life

It’s in my biggest picture, and in every plot in between

I garden with it, I eat with it

I love the space it makes, I hate the spaces it makes

I am of the spaces it makes, and I’ll make a space too

 

“LIVE” it says, “I am on my way…”

 

 

Santa Muerte Blanca

 

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Learning to Love Twilight: Ode to Death, Arisen with a feeling to decay distress

What a peaceful time with μ & place
And in that space in time, I find I’m faced with death
O the irony, iron me rusting ever more
 
For in the lightest times, in twilight’s color
A piece of all peaces – stillness, twinkle, and other
Sensations indescribable, unfathomable, yet bare and real
 
In the greatest of times in life, one faces the time of death. One wishes to capture a moment, for rapture, to ever last her
As one tries to record the minutes, the moments only move faster
Until it shatters
So be still
 
In accepting the time of death, the time of life is set free
No need to hang on to you and to me
Be and let be, see where one will go
It’s like water my dear friend, you must drink, and let it flow
 
~ cr0