It is difficult for me to believe this is my 65th blog post in as many days - if I channeled this much focus and dedication to other areas of my life (nutrition, vitamins, sleeping, walking, reading, interpersonal relations, etc.), I'd be a different person (thinner, healthier, more-rested, wiser, connected, etc... :-) As it is, I *am* a different person, after these over-two-months-of-public-journaling - with my life circumstances these days, I am rarely alone... and this daily exercise has provided me an outlet for solitude, serenity and self-analysis. I've said this before, but I reiterate... I really don't care if anyone else is reading my posts - just having/making the opportunity to write them is enough. As Dar sings in the title song, "oh how I loved everybody else when I finally got to talk so much about myself" - re-filling my well through this literary exercise has helped take the edge off the world for me, which I desperately needed...
Someone inside says, "Get busy."
But I've got appointments to keep,
I have an abstemious love of equations calculated quickly
While the tepid day melts into design.
And the high cheekbones of the beautiful life
Bear the loose look of a calendar by lamplight.
I search for patterns in everything.
I am tied in knots of comprehension.
I think, how useful it might be
To pierce all the hands of the earth
With an oath of pins encircling snarling planets
But talent and shallowness sewn together
Is nothing but a kerchief tied around a survivalist's head,
And it helps to know the feet wriggling through a hole
In the universe will land for an instant
Upon the cushions of the dark,
And that after marching one doozy of a kilometer after another,
We each come upon the same poem scribbled in invisible ink
Taped to the door of a room
In which an austere justice is burning for us.
QUOTE: "Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results."
