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i get sad about missing
my chances with words -
my chances at molding,
my chances at holding,
my chances at sharing back and forth -
between myself and others,
my selves and others -
it’s so been a game of double triple dutch -
really like quadruple quintuple and more -
so many ropes moving in so many ways,
in so many waves,
such blinking small windows of time and space
to join the thump-thump-thump
with the clickity clackity click of keys.
but look - we’re finding the space!
and look - we’re making the time!
spinning and bouncing along
some wandering path
on which we tenderly blot emotions
in pixels and voice and ink.
everything is so much,
all the time -
ripples and cycles and iterations,
over and over,
over and over,
layered over and over
in space and time
and dimensions beyond.
over and over and over and over and over and over and over -
is it any wonder I wish it could all Stop,
just stay still,
for a moment,
please,
just a moment,
to catch my breath -
and I realize my shabbes last week
was taken from me,
and my whelm being so over
makes so much more sense.
hashem speaks to me
in sunsets and sunrises
(swiftly flow the days,
swiftly fly the years -)
the splendor of water and land,
and in all beings! singing praise
with the pulse of their existence,
all their iterations,
l'dor vador
at every level
all the fractals spiraling
in and up throughout
space and time
and what goes beyond those,
too.
all these systems, existing together.
nourishing each other,
breathing life and fire and spark
thrumming into existence
with the ripples of their effects
on themselves and each other.
i think the only fair response would be to allow the author to reply: “thank you for your time and energy is finite to me and my grammar is nonexistent for the first time yesterday”
whomst wants to check out this blog a bit and like/reblog/comment on some stuff to help us affirm that us engaging in creation is worthwhile?
there’s poetry, there’s word art, there’s photography, there’s affirmations, there’s visual art, and there’s more yet!
some specific posts that we’d love attention on: an actual honest to goodness piece of Miraculous fanart, an illustrated Hebrew morning prayer, a galaxy we found, the Tiny Defiant Chicken, a Magical Screaming Possum -
no pressure at all - we were just looking through our archive on this blog, and recognizing there were a lot of pieces that newer followers may not have seen, and... figured we’d make a post about it, as a way to share some of those pieces, and simultaneously help us gather momentum to get more frequently creatively active, and therefore more active on this blog!
we confess/profess our feelings
so often,
heart in our throat -
where else should they be,
elevated and thrumming
from connection and spark?
and we worry, sometimes;
we worry often
that this makes us Broken -
that this makes us Too Much -
how much we love,
how many we love,
how easy and fast we can be
to entwine souls and energy.
but we only worry such things
because we have been told we are Wrong -
by so many people with such Power over us,
we were told we were Wrong in so many ways,
among them being that we love
too much and too many,
not belying our emotional experience appropriately
to societal box and convention.
when we look at what these loves
have brought to our lives -
when we feel the shimmers and sparks
that travel in arcs,
in weave and web between minds and bodies and souls -
when we see the joy and peace and wholeness it brings us and others,
to love like this,
to love like we do,
to love like us -
it is worth the pain of resistance.
Because all that is good in our lives
has come from love,
and all the healing and growth we've been through
was brought forth from love,
and Hashem Made us out of Love,
and the vividness of existence
is couched in love of endless forms,
and we would not wish our souls to diminish themselves
or to hide;
we will continue glowing and shimmering bright
around those who give us such life.
we are Made of Love,
and we will Be Love,
because we Choose Love;
and we will love ourselves
and others/othered
to our very own heart's content.
here is another of the wonderful @kelpforestdweller‘s extremely lovely poems, desert blooming flower, which we felt moved to record a version of this morning.
transcript follows below.
desert blooming flower
by @kelpforestdweller
one day, i promise you
forgiveness will burst its dams
and wash over you.
you will drink until you forget
you were ever dry.
you will be buoyant.
you will feel clean.
until then, gather
what you can. notice
the drops of dew in the morning. how
do they taste?
watch the raindrops race each other
down the outside of the car window.
vaguely remember something
you read a long time ago
about how to fashion a device to capture
condensation from air.
i know you live alone in the middle of the desert.
I do believe that this is our first time sharing audio recordings we’ve done of someone else’s poetry on TFT! This is a poem by our wonderful friend, @kelpforestdweller that just really spoke to us and wanted to be read, so we got permission from xer and then recorded it today!
[cw for themes of abuse and survivorhood, and mentions of street harassment and bugs.]
there is a transcript below the readmore~
new shores
by @kelpforestdweller
nothing can ever compensate
for the gray years
for the mold
for the rising damp
for stiff upper lip
for never touching
for can’t be arsed
for the 500 year old boys’ school
for the house on the hill with stone walls a foot thick above the town with the race riots and the cash converters
for the barren moorland that was the only escape, and no great temptation
for street harassment and other horrors
for having my only voice treated cruelly
for an emotionally repressive culture
for the epicenter of empire
for my parents
i will never get enough sunshine
enough blue, blue days so clear and sweet they break your heart
enough warm salty sea breezes
enough balmy, sticky nights
enough hey why don’t we turn on the AC for a minute
enough it’s warm enough to swim, and so is the sea
enough close? my windows? why?
enough basic human decency from strangers on the street
enough drifting in endless turquoise water
enough permission to exist
enough kindness
enough love
but here, at the edge of earth
where jungle meets sky meets sea
where drinking water comes in a truck that responds to no earthly schedule
where every dawn and every sundown, without fail, the sky catches fire
where pelicans dive, out past my kitchen window
where i cohabit with lizards and roaches and several species of ant
where a siamese cat moved in off the street into my heart
where it is peaceful and always, always beautiful, whatever the weather
where the hurricanes come and the mangroves drink the flood before it can be born
where time knows no borders
i have room to fall apart completely
the blessing of letting go
time to dig in earth and in my own rotted chest
time to plant seeds
nothing can ever compensate
i will never get enough sunshine
but here, at the edge of the world
love calls to me in the endless cries of tropical birds
in the swaying palms
in the lush green, the soft white sand
the aching, everchanging and forgiving blue
of sea and sky, one entity
divided only by the white line of breakers on the reef
at the horizon
and in the hands and eyes of the one who somehow found me
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