Wednesday, July 20, 2011
It's so disappointing. To have traveled way out West, seeking peace and fulfillment; to have found one and not the other. To be a seeker is to realize, eventually, that it's already there. Then how? How to open up and see what's sitting on the tip of the nose already? This is good. This throat clogging, ferclempt feeling of being clogged up with sensation and experience is good. It's how I used to feel in front of the keyboard, when I was selling my hours and feeling existential dread all the time. It's a birthing feeling. Open up more, mama, we stories, we words, we want to live.