It is a breeding ground for cast away scenes. I find myself with wants full-filled. And, have forgotten what they mean.
Ten truths must you find during the day; otherwise you will seek truth during the night, and your soul will stay hungry. Ten times must you laugh during the day, and be cheerful; otherwise your stomach, the father of affliction and gloom, will disturb you in the night. Friedrich_Nietzsche
A call to the wanting. A nod to the need... To fill thoughts with luxury. Northern geese in springtime toil. The twinning of fallen branch. Silence of earthen noise. Though, it grabs and tugs. The music inspired... Sits quietly, poised.
I want to call them, the bobbing heads. Though, that does not seem right. Perhaps, it is in they way they crawl in on Saturday. Or, the manner, in which they pray on Sunday. One could search all theologies for a term. Yet, the 'randomly selective church' goer is the best...designation...I have heard. Always donning, … Continue reading Randomly Selective Church Goer
It is a wonder. The grappling snow. Neither staying or wanting to go. Transcending any justification. Do or die. Minuscule, swarthy, ice packs. Avoiding refrain. Spring's contemptuous cousin. Immersed in dirty disdain.