Before the Brush

748: the world asks to be seen

I don't much know even what I know perhaps this is reality past half way perhaps this is truth as the calendar keeps turning perhaps this is where I have always been meant to be

747: the world asks to be seen

one bowl one mug one foot upon the soft brown soil one handprint left within the shallow rain made scrim of water nourishing this one small spout

746: the world asks to be seen

and the crow flies and the frog chirps and the dog runs the snow lays upon the frozen earth the branches bow to the light there flickering through their crystal-ed hands

745: the world asks to be seen

newsreels deliver destruction catastrophe and it is there the suffering and the loss I do not turn my face away but also we see only as far as our sight line for reason the crystal bedecked branches twinkling in the street light morning's awakening

744: the world asks to be seen

the tarp covers the car billowing the scooter motors by puttering the bird rises from the wire flitting the dog lies in the soft earthen umber delighting I watch and see it all enthralled

743: the world asks to be seen

I used an ax chopped right through the head of it down to the guts large chunks and small bits flew away across the landscape ah winter you have a grip on us should I listen stay inside and let the ice hold me safe within these walls

742: the world asks to be seen

I enjoy seeing life this way nature the world quite alright in the rotation it keeps much different and without thank you a helping hand from the today-people we are I am messing it up by thinking we know something they don't

741: the world asks to be seen

and now it sends down cotton balls of wonder delightful puffs tipping off the ends of branches and touching down on the puff-top of knit hats this reconciling itself to us the recipients of a day-long argument which had the sky spitting frozen bits of spittle all...

740: the world asks to be seen

is it doing so through my left hand the answer will never be given I can't though seem to stop

739: the world asks to be seen

systems and patterns order we call it yet even as this process unfolds we are captivated by the complete disregard for any pattern naturally formed this is not light this is not right

738: the world asks to be seen

a conundrum of truths always up for question which I suppose says just the opposite contrary to what one believes there are many ways to step into the world even one that is not a step at all

737: the world asks to be seen

Holding the microphone I speak as clearly as I can muster the will to perform this important task outside the wheels of time messaging into the ethers not wanting this yet this always calling as if I alone could say it when I alone believe we all know the...

736: the world asks to be seen

just as quickly as it all feels right a left turn at waking up throws a spanner in it is it a human condition or a false alarm the intended rhythm of this human intellect or a huge cosplay on humanity

735: the world asks to be seen

a miracle of incompetence we ask over and over for inspiration all the while tenatiously clinging by bitten nails to the edge of the last known cliff artist begin again

734: the world asks to be seen

sit down with a line or three words strung together centuries ago by a hand better suited we say to tell the story of time instantly stuck Im restless yet equally resistant who am I to let my heart race over a course of vowels and consenants as if what was then could...

733: the world asks to be seen

it is only what we can imagine that limits or liberates what is possible cutting through the confusion drawing from these civil transitions new and stronger possibility the creative spirit the artist

732: the world asks to be seen

It is in transitions when things go beyond what can be withstood when matter changes from one state to another when humans change from one to another that we are most pliant most possible 

731: the world asks to be seen

chilled fingers with no way to find warmth still cup the warm mug determined the low days of winter hit here as well south or so he told me all the same I've settled in believing for whatever it is that has me here now for all too long I sought the furthest line now...

730: the world asks to be seen

we make decisions every day small choices present themself like snowflakes like a raindrop before you realize it's rain the hint of something on which we turn this touch this nod this sensation we don't even give this name until complete is this cycle we have come to...

729: the world asks to be seen

she said to welcome others I told her that's all I was about I suspect she knew this and was only reinforcing my own evidence and at the same time confusion was the balast thrown over the side and kept there dragging

728: the world asks to be seen

don't act until you have clarity but how far does one need to see to call all clear

727: the world asks to be seen

I want to exist like the moon like the sky that transitions from light to dark and back again I want to disappear and know without a need to trust or fear or question or doubt not even to love or touch or stand alongside appear just where I am just where I am watch me...

726: the world asks to be seen

or is that a lie I contrive from my human perspective being seen somehow we all want this and yet I want to disappear no more needing no more thinking I need or someone needs or I must obligate myself to another what if the world was not asking but I was and also at...

725: the world asks to be seen

what if what I did was entirely about myself would I stop floundering about wondering what someone else needs of me how I can grow big enough share big enough create big enough do big enough when does narcissism begin when does destruction take over when does the...

724: the world asks to be seen

I tell myself less sugar is the answer it may be that but also what if it is telling myself that it comes down to nothing more nothing less just talk

723: the world asks to be seen

What do you make of it the antagonist of my life questions the moon again the swish of street noise the hum of morning's arrival nothing I suppose tucking the intended jab behind the pale scrim of no real response yet the guarded challenge what of the daffodil...

722: the world asks to be seen

whatever you want though still reticent about believing truly believing something would become of me a double entendre a cos play spheres of influence enter our lives daily we step into the stream pop teh bubble take shape within a realm we otherwise hadn't see before...

721: the world asks to be seen

anymore it is all about me I suppose it always has been but before that meant finding my way amongst the throngs of humanity now it means largely about myself the one whom I live with and have lived with for my entire life what do I want

720: the world asks to be seen

I don't recall what it was like to not do this thing each morning pen and paper now though I try differently can I tell the story of 59 years each day landing across the two pages in a collaged comp notebook

719: the world asks to be seen

I committed though to what it is still unclear nothing held perse a sensation a hope a belief that's the best I can do I thought the new year was different then I returned to the familiar places and nothing felt familiar lost unmoored I ask of what this is the...