Now the ocean on my back feels calm to the touch
Smoother sailing for them all
But everything still flows down here
Where I shiver beneath them….
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Now the ocean on my back feels calm to the touch
Smoother sailing for them all
But everything still flows down here
Where I shiver beneath them….
Here, today I stayed
I stayed angry
But I stayed
…
Your books are not my religion.Your heroes are not my religion.Your psychedelic trips are not my religion. Your buildings with magnificent steeples orbuttresses or sculptures or paintings or scrollsare not my religion. Exercise is not my religion.Kindness is not my religion.Food is not my religion.Dreams are not my religion.Ritual is not my religion.Respect is not my religion.Psychosis is not my religion.Memories are not my religion. Your imagination is not my religion.Your hopes, your needs are not my religion. Others are not my religion. Neither are you.Neither am I. This journey is not my religion,for nothing here is sacred andnothing here whispers infallible truths gently in my ear andnothing here presents itself to me, powerful and steadfast,as proof undeniable of what lies beyond the limitsof our understanding of the mysteries. May 12 – 14, 2026
….
I remember
It’s not a shiny little pebble
It’s a dull rock
Hard and brutal
….
Shadowed, sheltered;
hidden until one needed it,
trembling as others passed,
quietly it remained.
A forehead under lips,
Under a chin;
Face to face, soft cheeks press each other
Back into chest they lean…
My cold, dark feeling
My hidden wisdom so hard to find
My searching for everyone who’s fled and scattered and hid
…
The echoes that follow us
ride our shadows to stay at our side,
bearing down on us somehow
from the ground at our feet…
It was large and hefty in my hand.
Glossy and black, more shell than screen, it felt
solid in my palm.
…
Still, I try to hand you a little piece of me every day:
a single grape pulled from a vine of many.