RuddyRuminations

The fermenting bowl of unripe thoughts

Month: January, 2013

Morning

When I awoke it was with the deepest feeling of regret
of things I had done
or who I had become
and I believed it was born out of shame
but now I see that I shed tears for the dream
that I already knew had died
and refused to rip at the seams

It is good.

It is good to shatter your heart

How else can you know what is inside? What breathes and dies inside.

It is good to crumble your hopes

By what other way can you define your story? Which moment is a climax, which moment will pass slowly into the gentle night. How would you know when to luff out the canvas sails or to pull the rope deeper into the flesh?

Each of our great lovers represents great truths in our understanding of life, a certain way of thinking. You are not simply losing a warmth, an embrace, a person who sees the folded up corners of your eyes and thinks thatĀ liliesĀ could bloom from the shores of your eyes. No, not only that. You are losing a cascade of possibilities, a moirai.

It is good to burn your maps

By what other manner can you stumble ungracefully onto the foreign shores of your mind?