Wild as the ocean, free as a mountain sitting motionless. Soft as a storm blooming in full.

Wild as the ocean. Free as a mountain sitting motionless. Soft as a storm blooming in full.

Tuesday, May 31, 2011


Words.  What do they really mean? 
When they come and go so easily like wind and mountains sit waiting to be moved.
Warm breath releases and lies unfold.  So they say, so they say.
I do, you will, be more, and yes but really no. 
They mean so little, and yet carry the weight of one ton weapons.
We hang ourselves on small utterances caught in the wind and are carried off, legs dangling behind us hanging on for dear life.
When the wind stops, gravity gives way and a fall bestows itself upon us immediately, without so much as a sound.  And we are let down to the earth, humility and all.

Words....they are beaten around, tossed up into the air like grain for luck but discarded so easily after use like paper with no more space to explain, no longer in need, stored away in memory.
Garbage to be swept under our shadows. 
Are we gambling, checking to see if anyone is paying attention?
Are we testing each other or is it pure indulgence, laziness.
Caught up in a moment of excitement, fear and adrenaline drive us further outward; So important that we maintain this rhythm, keep up the momentum.
A frenzy of emotion that we throw out, more and more filling the space with grain, stuck in a silo of our own excitement.  Drowning in our own lies.
They mean nothing at times, at others, they can lay our lives flat and so often, even the simplest of words, reveal what lies below that which is not being said.

So what if we said less but said more?

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

What Love!

What is love? Real love that sets the heart afire, that sets the soul at ease?
True love, is the total and complete submission of one's heart to the beloved.
Boundaries softened, guards at bay.  Open to the possibility of.
And in sync, it is done the same in reciprocity.

When you feel like throttling them upon foul words and mistaken statements, there is a moment made up of small, quiet adjustments to the heart that allows it to keep beating wildly upon the entry of one's beloved into the room.  In love, your heart remembers clearly.

Even as your blood boils with boredom, your feet start facing south...
the heart will open up and you'll know that real love allows one to reap the bounty of those wonderful things that make sense, the moments of sheer joy and perfection that make our eyes smolder and glaze.

Yet the sheer humility of love reminds us to embrace all parts, even the moments that drive us to madness.
For when we are about to close up shop and head south, that it all goes together in one fumbling mess of ecstasy.

©6/19/10 by Danya Mosgofian