What does it all mean?

Last night I dreamt that a black feather landed on my hand.
In the dream I was reclined somewhere outside, head back, eyes closed,
when the feather landed on my left hand it startled me; my eyes opened in the dream....
And then I woke up.

"Love is a blind whore with mental disease and no sense of humor." -Unknown

“A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.”
― Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac

“My heart always timidly hides itself behind my mind. I set out to bring down stars from the sky, then, for fear of ridicule, I stop and pick little flowers of eloquence.”
― Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac

My Fellow Stranger

I went to the ocean,

I went to the sea,

I went to fill the void,

That was becoming me.

I swam out into the waves,

Nighttime darkened it all,

I went under to be tossed,

I went under to feel small.

Instead of being swallowed,

Instead of being taken down,

I was met with peacefulness,

Peace strong enough for me to drown.

"I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best. " Frida Kahlo

Excerpt: "The Cooking Lesson"

"Instead, I was carried to the infirmary, where they fed me crushed ice for my ravaged tongue, and bland chicken-noodle soup with crackers that I could hardly get down. After this seizure, aside from from aching joints, aside from my burning, bitten tongue, I felt more ethereal, deeply frightening sensation, a shattering of an organ without a name. I lay there thinking of Irving swiveling his huge hips, of the flattened sandwich, of the way I'd lost my head, and I began contemplating a different path. But it is one thing to understand, and another to overcome.
In the crank-up hospital bed with its crib side panels, I sketched out a campaign of self-improvement. I made iron resolutions, swearing off the trance of flames and lies of shining convenience. I got high just thinking about hard work, climbing the corporate ladder, wearing the a blue suit in a city where no one knew who I was. But my inflamed tongue was a thick, foreign thing in my mouth, and I feared it would never be able to shape true words now that I wanted desperately to speak them." -Michael Blaine

https://thesunmagazine.org/issues/274

My first music moment for Monday

Some songs you just have to sit silent for.

“When the ax came into the forest the trees said the handle is one of us.”
― Alice Walker

It's like life...

It’s like playing hide and go seek with the

Things that make sense

There they are on the surface

Then the tide shifts

And everything goes to static

It’s like the Chinese food that burns my tongue

I eat it for the nostalgia not for the taste.

It’s like the worn out shoes that step on a dime

And can tell you if its heads up.

We stand on the corner

Traffic blowing by

Step off the curb

Waiting for the right turn

Blink-blink don’t walk

Don’t run. Don’t move.

The next move

In the crosswalk

It’ll be the last one

That car

Blowing the light

Late for dinner

Late for life

Will cut you deep

Right there in the intersection

Cut you in half

Leaving the emblem of life

On your abdomen

Bleeding out

They don’t even turn on the siren.

"You can out-distance that which is running after you, but not what is running inside you." -Rwandan proverb