I had an interesting experience today. For this month’s Oral Tradition, I had to read someone else’s poem. And often I express the idea that I appreciate your poems not from a point of understanding, but rather a sense of movement through time that echoes my own experiences. Like this one. It would be interesting to do some spoken word versions of them.
I hate the sound of my voice (on recordings) so I’ve never tried it properly but that is really interesting. I’m beyond happy to know you had the “known” experience with my poem, can’t imagine a better compliment. 🖤
Your beautiful poem reminded me of Latihan, an Indonesian spiritual meditation. "Tantric Latihan is a blindfolded, shared moving meditation that invites a direct relationship with the mystery of life itself."
I like getting lost....because thats when I find myself!
I tend to agree, Deb. Being lost isn't the worst scenario; in fact, it might be the best option. Love the poem! Can't wait for your coexistence to manifest. 🖤
A walk often helps, doesn’t it? I recall as a teenager wanting to walk away from school up into the hills. I could see them just beyond the lunch courtyard. The last part of your poem reminded me of that.
What does it mean to be fully alive? The Greeks must have an answer to that. Perhaps when you assemble all those shards of your soul, you will too. I'm not even sure where to start looking.
I had an interesting experience today. For this month’s Oral Tradition, I had to read someone else’s poem. And often I express the idea that I appreciate your poems not from a point of understanding, but rather a sense of movement through time that echoes my own experiences. Like this one. It would be interesting to do some spoken word versions of them.
I hate the sound of my voice (on recordings) so I’ve never tried it properly but that is really interesting. I’m beyond happy to know you had the “known” experience with my poem, can’t imagine a better compliment. 🖤
That’s why I thought doing a reading myself might reveal a different perspective.
Your beautiful poem reminded me of Latihan, an Indonesian spiritual meditation. "Tantric Latihan is a blindfolded, shared moving meditation that invites a direct relationship with the mystery of life itself."
I like getting lost....because thats when I find myself!
Oh, nice. I’ll look it up.
Thank you! 🖤
My memory is someone else’s fantasy- that describes the illusion of control we have.🩷
And that I read too much fiction. 😁
I tend to agree, Deb. Being lost isn't the worst scenario; in fact, it might be the best option. Love the poem! Can't wait for your coexistence to manifest. 🖤
Being lost is when I gather all my ideas. And they sound really good in my head. 😆
Thank you! Me too. 🥰
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There you go making me dig into myself and think again.
Shovels should be the first item in my merch line. 😁
Thank you!
Hahaha. I agree 100%
A walk often helps, doesn’t it? I recall as a teenager wanting to walk away from school up into the hills. I could see them just beyond the lunch courtyard. The last part of your poem reminded me of that.
I have spent so much of my life looking out of windows…
Thank you for that, I love that you could connect with my poem. 🖤
Me too. The best windows are the ones as a passenger in a traveling car.
What does it mean to be fully alive? The Greeks must have an answer to that. Perhaps when you assemble all those shards of your soul, you will too. I'm not even sure where to start looking.
The Greeks have a lot of answers, but what are the questions? 😁
I’m beginning to think finding is the purpose. And keeping the will to find alive. Or I’ll come across something else. Thank you!