Lost in transition

2/16/2023

Interesting week — no one seems to be sleeping well

After 2 years of daily postings — I’m not ready to give it up

February — and we took on a Great hike — It was in the low 60s Fahrenheit — We talked about looking for new narratives

I’ve been having a hard time sleeping — writing — doing — a speck adrift in incomprehensible — bigger stories

A poem written after the last good sleep — I dreamt of young love — same love as now — but the piece’s shortcomings — I think captures this particular Turning’s zeitgeist

Younger than you will be
Con/Jur/d, 2/10/2023

We dreamed of tunnels
and the train passing through
tunnel, train, tunnel, train, tunnel
faster, slower, faster yet, much
much slower, we awake
in the dream, is this
enlightenment?

This is all
we ever asked
from Eros, to abandon
pretenses of Separation

To see with the eye of a God
young, in love, in lust, nothing
else matters, we become
Supplicant, Idol, Worshipper
and Sacrifice

No false-truths occlude
although we shade
ourselves under True-falsities
tales to contain 
the impossible 
The Super Nova blast-radius
centered in the Surpass
of The Previously Understood


The
Light
Beyond
Light

obliterating all difference
all sense 
of You 
of I


Someday, we’ll be too old
to feel it
but not yet
not yet.

Much love,

Con/Jur/d, 2/16/2023