Saturday, April 11, 2009

day 77

there is a very simple reason why I insist on commas, more than full stops.

the former resists closure,
the latter, utter closure.
or am I wrong?
that perhaps, the comma is actually a prolonged, extended suspension that prevents us from ending when it had ended long ago.
and the full stop, is a pause; to end so we can move on.

there is also a very simple reason why I insist that we love ourselves.
We either talk too much: "O darling! I love you!"
or we talk too little.

moderate love, or the absolute discipline to love, and only love, (otherwise we 'love' for the wrong reasons, desires and fantasies).

I believe love has a simple ring to it. A hum of a throat in anticipation of a voice that utters the simple message. It's not to demand that extra mile, but to supply the self as standing apart from another. When we love ourselves, we know ourselves - all the sweat, shit, pangs and purls; the extremes and the excretions; the pain and the sorrow, the whims and whimsical. there are too many reasons for us to despise ourselves. But there are also many reasons for us to stare in the simplicity of laws and nature. that in every relative experience, there is the bend, the twirl, the swerve that makes possible imagination. When you love yourself, you imagine - and you leave it as it is, without hurting yourself, or others.

R;J

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