March 2014


Lead me
untangled
through
stark trees.
Pulling
sky
to blossoms;
It’s spring.

Accomplishment is often defined as
“Social art or skill”
Retreat as
“A period of retirement or seclusion,especially one devoted to religious contemplation away from the pressures of ordinary life”
What is ordinary life?
No retreat from self.
Agreement:
“Being in harmony or accord”

Retreat from intimacy to something unknown.
Like trust……..
Last years harvest remains…
Untouched.

I guess one piece can feel whole.
before it knows it is only a part of…

Is there a difference between
fabric and nature?
If there is these differences currently allude me.
As the very fabric of my nature is stretched
across rib and bone.
Finding silence and rocks torn from memory
I run but come back
Eat and forgive myself.
Look closely and don’t answer the phone.
Who’s healing am I aiding in?
I lay you to rest
all of you
the garden is nourished with the seed of your bones
I will tend daily
letting something Greater
decide
what harvest will come.

Child hood need wanders aimlessly between

ribcage and the adult alphabet.

I continue with calculations and concerning myself with the bones of others.

The flesh and blood padding skeleton brought to life by spirit

trying to bring ease to a mind expanding

dodging the illusive tumble weeds of mental “illness”.

Hands fumbling for love

mouth searching for words

heart swimming in a sea of electricity

occasionally drifting to shore.

what are you trying to say?

I don’t always enjoy living and these days

I seem to not know who I am…who is speaking thru me.

Whatever will I say or do next.

I am an experiment to myself.

A set of impulses in action.

The insecurities of others pulsing thru me, my own mirrored and deplored.

There was a time I thought I had something that the world needed.

Today I know no one needs me. This is humbling and necessary for my development.

There is a becoming I can’t contain…or control.

Tom,
I’m struggling with these words today. Stumbling,stuttering, and stopping mid sentence. Apologizing for apologizing and leaving anchors in the sand.
Trying to blow wind into my own sails… And not quite failing…just running out of breath.
I cracked two teeth when I was in Berkeley…one on a coconut the other came out while flossing.
I won’t make a dentist appointment but I spent $100 at the tattoo parlor today and bought some listerine instead. The humor.
I feel like a scholar yet I don’t know what I study. I’ve applied and been accepted in the program.
You go to court soon downstate. How does that work? Do they come pick you up and drive you down? Who pays for that? What is all of this like for you? You must feel a bit stir crazy. You love the sun.
I’m going to cut this short for now.
What did you think of the alien abduction cartoon I sent you? Did they let you see it?
I thought it was hilarious.
We miss you.
More soon,
Sal