Sinai

A break from speaking

Brings a quality of experience  

And with it perhaps exhaustion about listening in time.

Words do less for us than we credit them.

They have a price.

And with their application so are limits imposed to understanding.

Each step reducing potentials.

This problem we attempt to solve with tone, body language, touch, context yet!

It is always experiential and we can never capture that in symbol.

This other quality, beyond the limits – this is vitality.

This is the purest form of being prior to its reduction by our own mind.

It all begins within the garden of silence.

Winter Dream in Tagamoa el Khamis

In the back of a car

I drive away

Surrounded by women who caught this ride

The driver missing her head

Had replaced it for the journey upon arrival

Seem still showing

I left quickly abandoning my companions for this opportunity

We  are leaving the island

An occult theme park

My little sister friend and a male companion.

He is an academic, we are doing professional work

OF the occult nature

My sister does not have the sensibilities

I allow disrespect to roll over shoulders

Light tumbleweeds

As i practiced the patience

We entered the chamber of the monster

Dark as it was we could barely make out it’s form

It sees me

A glint in its eye catches the light

Catches my eye

We connect and he has interest in eating me

Predator scans for access 

My sensations of threat bud and ignite

If it can, it wills it

My evisceration

The others gaze elsewhere

I am unwelcome

Nebulous it moves

Distracted by ego banter my companions disappear

The creature is magic and I’ve entered its spell

I want it to catch me

Darkest curiosity

May I be devoured, may I be consumed, my I be received

An honest desire

But not like this

People talk of the risk of this magician

A monster containing what was once a man

What it brings, what comes of it in time

For it is now timeless

The gift that changed it

I wonder

The question is dangerous

I arrived in a car broken down

Picked clean

Going no where at all

I departed quickly 

This answer

To my question

What is to be done?

Glass

Glass, 

    smooth,

            in flow of its purpose.

Held together,

        until it is not.

Released with sound.

It begins a new purpose.

                It occupies a new identity

                                New formz