Swim

To not know one’s mind wander

To fancy deep seas of wonder

To not know where lines end

To enchant the mind again.

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Hidy-Ho, Neighbor!

Transferring into a university takes time and preparation. Getting started takes even more time and patience. Once started, there is very little time left. So, that’s where I am.

I still write often. Poems more so than fictional stories. I haven’t found the time to sit and focus on posting anything. That usually requires time to type, edit, edit, edit, post, reread, revise, repost. Aside from what I post, I am also using up my free time for a book I started early last year. No end in sight, yet.

In the meantime, I’m drowning myself in music and trying my best in life. A quote about the importance of music by Plato goes something like this: “[Music] gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything.” Or stated more bluntly by Nietzsche, “Without music, life would be a mistake.” So, with that, I turn up the volume for some feel-good music to blast my eardrums and continue work. I wish everyone to find contentment in life through their own tunes.

Cheers.

Gold

I have survived the blazes of the desert heat,

And traversed through the winter worlds,

Searching for the treasures of life.

The final search led me through forestation, thick enough to carve a path of mystery, through a blinding doorway of elder trees, to the beach front of Baia do Sancho. I was barred in by a half-crescent of earth, cradled by the mother unseen through travels. The deep waters, clear enough to admire each grain; but the front waters were dyed from gentle waves.
A storm billowed above, the anger of righteousness. The storms growth transfixed on Earth’s shore. An eye of gold seemed contradicted. I refused a recoil to its unwavering decimation. As death stood at mind’s eye, a cool breeze bit my face, like the sting of a frightened bee.

Glistening light touched my face,

With blissful nudging.

I was lifted to Life’s treasure.

Aged is my experience on this plane,

And therefore, I sought to surrender.