I keep falling down down is not the way up. And it feels. Maybe it is no longer the vacant place inside but a real one that grows and falls to pieces on its own. Maybe I am the it, and the one that breaks into shadows when the wind blows sideways. I feel like there is nothing left but up because down has been alright for so long. And it is more about finding your way back up that it is about finding a new way, or a strange connection to the ocean or the waves, or the sounds of music that flow outwards toward my face. I think that it takes great strength to find mercy in myself. There is no mercy in the face of creativity, there is no mercy. WE say that we are the creationists that we take ourselves outwards and create life around ourselves. And yet there is no mercy in creativity.. because cREAtivity is always UP. Never any other way but up, I have never felt like there was any other way but up. Can you find one? Can you show me where the spaces between down and sideways connect to UP. They do touch at some point and it is right there that I find myself. Wondering. Deciding that there can be more than one specific angle, I genuinely cannot find a better place to fall that inside a mind that does not shy away from the structure and the admiration for sideways thoughts. They grow and become the arrows of our mouths. I imagine that we are able to find ourselves whenever we are sideways.. because we are no longer looking UP and we are no longer looking DOWN. We can finally find ourselves where we exist in the space between the purple owl feathers. I don’t know if it takes more substance to breathe easily. Or more admiration to feel each breathe. And when I say that I am talking about seeing the walls disappear. There is just much that needs to be said and found and I am the one that needs to find and discover these things there is a throbbing robbin in my shoulder, and I need it massaged away. There is a bees nest in my heart and it wants to take a long good run through the back country roads. This is the talk of the moment.
Andrew Tipton
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
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