What’s up y’all? So recently I’ve been getting a whole bunch of things set up after having moved back to Idaho. Mostly medical stuff but I’ve been back less than two weeks and it has been a lil’ rough on me. I’m VERY motivated to get to where I need to be in terms of life, finances and so forth.
However I also realized that I need to moderate that with taking time for myself. Recently I’ve been going back through this series that was on Netflix several years ago. Now it’s moved to Hulu. The series? One Tree Hill. Teenage drama show involving basketball among other things. Now, yeah it’s a teenage drama. However this is one show that has helped me define what being a good man is all about.
Along with that, there’s many literary references peppered around the show. I’ve been going back through this show and that coupled with my love of literary references and being a poet myself? Well another poem was spawned from the recesses of my mind and after I came back from a long walk last night.
It’s been added to the manuscript I’m working on and I’m quite proud of it. There were a few things that inspired the poem. I’ve been listening to Joe Dispenza to help with my journey of self-improvement. That’s a large part of the inspiration however I’d say that faith was another large part. In any case there’s not a name to this poem but I figured I’d share anyways.
Thin blue ribbons of smoke curl gently upward; blown from lips waiting, longing to be kissed.
Drunk on starlight and possibilities.
Walking, aimlessly.
No destination, no limits…
I wonder, did Fitzgerald lose himself in starlit nights as he conjured new ways of expressing love for Zelda?
Thought drifting like smoke breathed out…
Perhaps what everyone considers enlightenment is simply that crystalline shard of time.
Caught in the moments of dark before dawn.
Where infinite possibility so perfectly entwines with incalculable love.
Perhaps the closest we can come to God is found in moments like these.
Quiet and stolen; unpolluted by responsibility or expectation.
Just you, empty streets and the ability to look at yourself honestly.
Holy Water, Burning Man 