I hope I’ll have so much more to say;
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I'm a middle-aged nobody breathing one day at a time in Ontario, Canada.
This tiny corner of the Internet is an outlet for unmasking random thoughts and creations surrounding life in general, adventures in budō, and any other topics that come to a ridiculous mind.
"Through journaling, your voice cannot go unheard."
I hope I’ll have so much more to say;
I mark my victories on my skin. Kind of like the notches that warriors used to etch on their weapons, counting their kills, except these are not representing kills, but suppression. Non-lethal temporary marks for non-lethal temporary victories.
Temporary is the best I can reasonably hope for, but temporary or not, they are still victories and they’re truths that won’t be taken away from me.
Maybe it’s all coming to the fore now?
Fear fear fear…
for now it hunts and for now it haunts….
The maximum speed of a pendulum
Is at the lowest point of its arc…
I want metal in my flesh and ink under my skin.
They must remember the loving-kindness, applied with fearless compassion.
Sometimes as I walk under balmy, cloudy night skies
I see a little orange glow wink into existence…
There are times we are alone, even when people like to say we’re not. Some things we have to do ourselves, so we kind of are alone. We can still connect with others along the way, but that doesn’t mean they are fighting with us.
Pitch currents surging on the floor of my personal blue
Congeal on their own time coaxed by the watchful gaze of the other…