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.

Saturday, March 23, 2013


To do this right, leave slowly...the darkness.
Come out in small creeps at a time, unveiling the fire within...
burn them slowly and they will think it is the sun.
Bring with you everything you know, all you contain,
all that contains you while you remain in form.
The depths to which the mind can escape are limitless,
unbound by reason and logic. Sadly, it is so.

Therefore stay whole, do not lose your way dear child,
you have a purpose. Even if it is unseen by others at the hour.
Remember the lessons within, the darkness of this hole;
The wisdom it taught you, the pain it brought you.
How you went to profound depths and returned upwards with more,
yet strangely clean slated to begin again.
Go and bring that with.

2/22/11 Danya Mosgofian

Saturday, March 16, 2013

Does That Mean Diamonds Come Next?

Ground and hardened, a rock wall forms like spine built from the inside out.
Life under a cover of disappointment, living becomes difficult. Motion occurs only on occasion.
Moving forward is like walking through mud in the rain with cotton socks on-Impossibly slow. Each step costing long drawn out pauses in between efforted movements.
Waiting for the right response inside to break open the hardened crust and set oneself free, is a quick way to bitter.