the Poet is At work

[artemisiasea]

I want to keep living my life as a continual preparation of trust that the very next moment could be absolutely divine and astonishing. What’s that saying… destiny favors the prepared… I often come back to the question of if my wildest dreams came true tomorrow, what would I have to do today to be able to receive and live them? What state would I need to embody? I’m also often reminded of Florence Scovel Shinn saying, “One’s ships come in over a calm sea.”

[drunkwhenimadethis]

I hate to say it and I hate to know it but if you crave intimacy and deep relation you truly have to muster the courage to go first.

[drunkwhenimadethis]

Something I forgot to mention here is that before even trying to rearrange what's happening 'out there' you muster the courage to go first within yourself. Everything you seek - give it first to yourself in sensation, in imagination. Don't be stingy with yourself. It doesn’t make sense to have a codependent relationship with reality or need appearances (how things appear from moment to moment) to validate you. This is fighting with shadows, that are ungraspable and bound to change. I think when you are approaching others from this false self/ego space that functions with the idea that 'you' are somewhat deficient, inferior, or lacking, you go within and address that. Your internal shifts are not happening in isolation - they're ripples in the same 'water' which everything is of

[free-my-mindd]

[free-my-mindd]

[dreamhypothesis]

Something so punk about not wearing knickers under my dress on my morning walk

[tref0il]

The diary of Clive Wearing, an amnesia patient living the first moment of becoming conscious and aware every 10-30 seconds for the past 36 years. He only remembers that he loves the piano, and he loves his wife.

[tref0il]

a transcription

a piece of an interview

[birchghost]

the man who keeps falling in love with his wife

[weltenwellen]

Louise Glück, from “Parodos”, Poems 1962-2012

[jareckiworld]

Aigana Gali — Kesem  (acrylic and oil on canvas, 2021)

[quotespile]

“If I had done this, if I had said that, in the end you are always more tormented by what you didn’t do than what you did, actions already performed can always be rationalized in time, the neglected deed might have changed the world.”

— Damon Galgut, In a Strange Room

[dreamhypothesis]

Post-north-atlantic-ocean-salt-baptism. Suddenly the towel warmed by the sun was God draped on my shoulders. Bodily sensations were as new as a child’s. My heart, lurching towards everything, learning its rhythm, an unrelenting wave.

[dreamhypothesis]

Ran away to a cheap hostel in another town 5 hours across the country without telling anyone. I love keeping secrets with myself

[dreamhypothesis]

Baby bush in a bikini

[dreamhypothesis]

Braless and dancing around in nothing but my ex’s boxers. Yes, this is an act of renouncing his hold over me, reclaiming my body that he judged so bitterly. An offering to the universe. And I hope it is acknowledged by the powers beyond me

[soracities]

H.D., from poem [5] in Red Rose and a Beggar, Hermetic Definition [ID'd]

[violettesiren]

My summer body remembers the muscles of fish. It's tallied by whistles. It Isn't sorry. I fold it like a flag. I bring it up like a child. My knees are moons. The tide is coming. My eyelids are dams I open only for the water- god I want to believe in, the unnameable pulse of all things, the one beating in the engine of my soul circulating stardust. I turn the key in my breath and when it clicks, the world enters me. I devour summer down to the rind like an expert animal, like I've done this for every season, like my body has always been ready.

Summer Body by Isabelle Correa

[dreamhypothesis]

Should I go camping alone tonight

[dreamhypothesis]

Another surefire sign I belong in a Mediterranean climate and not the UK is that when it gets really hot I’m suddenly able to just nap.. all the time.. meanwhile in winter I physically cannot no matter how hard I try