Benevolent Creator

visualizations: bars and waves

How
do you
describe in words
the beauty of the
dramatic melody
of a strumming
guitar?

How
do you
describe in words?
The feeling of -
a hand gently eased under yours and -
warmly held as if to reassure
this beauty is real all this is real

and here I am
I'm here
I am
sharing it
with you

And then
how
do you explain
the strange overwhelming impulse that
made you
swat
that hand
away?

this time, this moment, this spot, this place

The eye of a storm is a region of mostly calm weather.

What an oxymoron; like sweet sadness and glorious madness.

And yet, as the rabble lifts around me and starts to swirl, dust threatening my eyes and mouth and ears, a constant ringing noise - like my cellphone's ringtone in fact - and a vague troubling feeling, i've forgotten something what what what is it oh shit - I can stand right in the middle, and I feel calm.

For the first time in almost a year, more perhaps, I feel peaceful. Taking stock of my life in its entirety at this point in time, for the first time in too long, I can smile - to be commemorated by a new blog. And this point comes just at the brink of everything about to go crazy.

You know what? Bring it on.