too easy

"People naturally fear misfortune and long for good fortune; but if the distinction is carefully studied, misfortune often turns out to be good fortune and good fortune to be misfortune."

this is a clip from the Dharma of Buddha.

how easy it is for me to embark upon worry. whatever comes will come with my welcome. Total gain or loss in anyday, the joy and wonder still remain however hidden it may be. i accept that events may end in my favor or end against it. so I live it, know what is before me as best I can, it is fleeting without any promises to stay. Less worry, fear. It's about losing the contingence on third party promises. Life should not be feared, misfortunes and fortunes attached. I will enjoy my day.

I need no promises, other than the morning sun.

I'm usually not in the direct moment you said, in response to the professor. I feel the whispering pull of a present claimed by yesterday, yesterday teething on tommorrow.

I drew back a breath, nodded.

Then you slipped back into that quiet sanctuary, eyes glazing over, you buttoned your coat.

My life is so Greek. Every fabric of the pattern appear to correspond perfectly. You'd never guess that they each all secretly contradict.

such quaint little habits I have, small is truly a feeling.

Before dropping me off, you asked if I'd mind, just driving around a bit more. I don't remember what song you sang under your breath, or when it was that you invited me to sing. You were curious.

Much too shy for that I said.

There's wind tonight and I claim it. It always feels like waking.

i shouldn't think at night

The most intense rounds in life are fought with subtleties. A brief flair of words, a passing gesture, it's meant to be delivered with the same feverish trickle of a papercut.

Summarizing always angered me ever since I was young. With the boundaries of a summary I could never express my wonder or exasperation, the winding details that set an event apart from any other occurrence.

Then again, think about it. One word could be a thousand pictures, a picture a thousand words.

Something in me enjoys harping out the starkest attributes from my understanding. There is something to it, tacking something down as best as someone can through the medium of expression.

O'Keefe found the beauty of simplistic curves and gradualising color, pinning art down to its most basic elements. Whether it was painting a swirl of sky or oddly arranged skeletal remains amongst the spring blooms or a leave protruding from a stem. She drew interest to it. Though this is not limited to art.

The power isn't so much in the brevity as it is in the up close perspective.

Even the order of which you reveal the content of a message can completely rearrange the impression.

Interesting.

it's like completing the edges to a pattern that hasn't surfaced yet.

once unspoken

reading between your lines

not so much about proving,
I stretch myself for any clue

said in feeling even still
now figuring how to credit it.