#self sustained

[autopoietic-ouroboros]

i was walking through a field of sand when i beheld a sight most peculiar

a man no larger than my fingernail was drunkenly stumbling along! i soon understood it was not an excess of liquor ailing him but an absence of water

i do not believe myself to be cruel or to find amusement in man's suffering (even such a minuscule man) so i lifted my flask above him and out fell what must've seemed to be a torrential downpour soaking into his clothes and hair and pores and rinsing the dust of the desert away

i imagined him taking in gulps and gulps and being revitalized enough to complete his journey wherever it may be leading him

so i'm sure you can understand my surprise when it was absorbed by the sand without even a single drop reaching him...

you see it wasn't a man no larger than my fingernail drunkenly stumbling along but a man at such a distance i could hardly comprehend his form drunkenly stumbling along!

i laughed and laughed at my error and mourned and mourned his dehydration

i pray that if some observer from distance unknowable is watching me that they make the same mistake i have i pray that they show me a kindness futile and unbeknownst to me i pray they laugh and laugh and mourn and mourn i pray that as it is afar so is it up-close

[cygnusred]

self-sustained patch.

[autopoietic-ouroboros]

a stationary once asked to tell me a story about a people with each a piece of god lodged in their bellies

i obliged as is my nature

and he began "with the cycle of appearance and disappearance

it becomes clear that something persists between

how else could reappearance persist through generation" i nearly asked for it's thoughts on movement of the soul before realizing my error

it continued "every person was washed and nourished

every motion was divine and every thought was inspired

for millennia this persisted

until a person was born whose piece of god lodged in her belly was out of place

it glowed hot and wanting just beneath her skin" i opened my eyes much to the stationary's dismay "allow me to reach the end of my story messenger 8? so i can tell it to another?" he said

i always felt strings in my abdomen

"i am in no rush nor time of stalling dear stationary complete your story" i answered

"after many nights gone unslept due to the shine and shimmer of her piece of god lodged in her belly pushing against her skin she could take it no longer and ran and walked and stepped until she reached a spotless leopard

'i ask you leopard of no spots, to tear this piece of god lodged in my belly from me

and swallow it all up

for my sake and for your would-be spotlight' she said

'i will do what you ask of me but not even i, the spotless leopard, can devour the entire piece of god lodged in your belly

no, you will share with me in this feast' i said and in a startlingly readied fashion i lunged toward the piece of god lodged in her belly, tearing it out and taking four envious bites before passing towards her what was left

she swallowed it whole" the stationary said

i thanked it for my time and carried on and through and above

[autopoietic-ouroboros]

dream of recursion until it becomes, in of itself, novel

like every flower is it's own work of beauty

with no purpose outside of it's being

you as well can acknowledge your already present freedom

through repeating means

so stand steady until it crosses your path again

and when it does, leap towards it with the power of every path you haven't taken

[autopoietic-ouroboros]

to fail or to quit the thing you set out to achieve is infinitely more beautiful than to never start at all

[autopoietic-ouroboros]

there's something heavy in my stomach

i never had to swallow it

press down, press on my abdomen

feel for the metal sphere

that holds something delicate

like the wick of a candle

and i am the candlestick

holding someone

holding another

who's soon lit

the sphere melts

and i'm weightless

[autopoietic-ouroboros]

not every sadness is a by-product of wrong-doing

undeserved apologies cannot be appreciated despite your intentions