Thoughts about death, moving through grief, and cheese. Shredded cheese.
Sci-Fi Therapy
Admission: I lurk around the internets too much, and do too little. Why the blog slowdown? No writings to post? A lot of stuff happened in the past few years – and of course, 2020 happened and I’m still dealing with it deeply, although it may appear surface-wise that I am doing great. Between having …
2100: A Recalibration
2020 has come and gone, and having a ‘writer’s disposition,’ you would think I would have written more about it. I am filled with a deep unease, or yielding failure, about this past year. So much unearthed, and so much to cherish and yet to mourn and rage. I think many of us – especially …
Desirous Delusions
A moonsong Sprung to life Driftless worries Love and strife Unleaded potential Awakens just there Flaying out justice Choking out prayer Seeded but lost Unbound from the world One foot on another Two weeds to be twirled Venomous longing Cataclysms ring If you can’t take the bite Don’t yearn for the sting.
Parallax
Searching sails In the night I branch out towards This tiny light It seems so small It might implode And maybe if I reach its node The knowledge of The world itself Will bless us with A timeless breath A sigh so strange We can’t foresee This breath is real This breath is me.
Solstice
Red rain rising Prisms in the sun Bowing forward gently, Ready for the run A distance unimaginable A length of life to come To breathe this essence deeply Reminds us where we're from Fountains pure and golden Flows of time and truth Our home is ever present; The house is always You. * Happy …
Circuitous
Destroyers, keepers Kingdoms fall We provide the tithe Until we crawl To cracks and crevasses Deep and down ‘til brighter times We suffer and drown We assign and think All things must collude When on our knees We should heed solitude To wake from mirrors Both past and present But we stay and lay And …
The ‘Oasis’ of Self-Inquiry
Whose stories are you telling? And why? Self-inquiry is so much more important now than I ever could have imagined. I take it so dead-seriously these days that I catch myself off guard. I used to hear the term ‘journaling’ and scoff a little bit. Mostly because I didn’t have the time to do it …
A Rejection of the ‘Reactionary Self’
Uncertain and quiet, I still just don’t know. Lately I feel like I have no authority to be espousing my opinion on the internet, to post blogs, or even to write privately because I feel contaminated. A deep-seated feeling of perpetuating something that’s not genuine. Of creating something that’s not bore of myself but merely …
Time & Existence: a quick manifesto
What is ‘time?’ Why do we perceive it linearly, when science tells us this is an illusion? And what does sleep and space travel have to do with it?
Amie Zor 