Late afternoon is lazily floating around me.

The light is flickering in and out of clouds and I can almost feel the darkness lingering in slowly.

As the sky begins to grow dim my body appeals for rest.

I notice my shoulders – too stiff to move my arms and my neck drowsy and unbending.

My mind on the verge of collapse rallies with my body and we sit in silence together.

Body and mind in tacit peace.

The dull hum of the building around me feeds the moment.

Lifting the warm ceramic to my lips, I pause, letting the jasmine infuse my senses; a hot, sweet spiciness that I can almost glimpse with my eyes; delicate pearly whisps suspended before me.

My nostrils caress the spices that dance barefoot as they slowly enter, embracing the aroma.

Sipping the liquid and feeling the colorful flavor, time no longer matters.

Hot luscious softness permeates my belly and my throat.

Closing my eyes ever so gently all there is is this moment.

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Added 12/07/05:
In response to the (funny)comments that have been posted on this one
This little piece is not in any way autobiographical. At least no time soon!
I was just going for the idea behind it…. more of a metaphor than an actual likeness of any person…. impregnated with ideas and with life that can all be so blue sometimes…as well as blue in terms of mother in terms of the earth and mother earth and the blues she must endure at times…and blue for those feelings that sink into your belly and seem to eat away at the lining…
~K

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So our dreams sit there in front of us and then at times we mingle with them and hold them in our hands and at times we ignore them or push them away…maybe even try to change them. But how many of the dreams that you’ve ignored for years keep coming back? Keep popping up when you least expect them? I guess those are the big I’M STILL YOUR DREAM! STOP IGNORING ME! moments. And hopefully we stop ignoring them. I am done ignoring mine. Done trying to change mine. They’ll change and grow and shift on their own without me doing it intentionally. They already have. For me, creativity is the main driving force…combined with understanding and expression I suppose….throw some feeling into the mix and we are onto something!

What steps can we take and are we taking to make the dreams real?
For me, right now, it’s using my hands. It’s creating even when I don’t feel like it. It’s drawing even when I think I suck. It’s continuing making things even when I make something that I find crappy. It’s immersing myself in it and finding the courage and motivation to go with it. It’s life I guess.

Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one getting burned.
-Buddha

We are born, so to speak, provisionally, it doesn’t matter where. It is only gradually that we compose within ourselves our true place of origin so that we may be born there retrospectively and each day more definitely.
- Rainer Maria Rilke

Current mood: Painfully bored
Current music: The Be Good Tanyas

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