This is nice, Today feels nice.

I like you when you are quiet because it is as though you are absent,
and you hear me from far away, and my voice does not touch you.
It looks as though your eyes had flown away
and it looks as if a kiss had sealed your mouth.

Like all things are full of my soul
You emerge from the things, full of my soul.
Dream butterfly, you look like my soul,
and you look like a melancoly word.

I like you when you are quiet and it is as though you are distant.
It is as though you are complaining, butterfly in lullaby.
And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you:
let me fall quiet with your own silence.

Let me also speak to you with your silence
Clear like a lamp, simple like a ring.
You are like the night, quiet and constellated.
Your silence is of a star, so far away and solitary.

I like you when you are quiet because it is as though you are absent.
Distant and painful as if you had died.
A word then, a smile is enough.
And I am happy, happy that it is not true.

A Taoist Day

I must be cautious,
like people crossing a stream in winter


I must be alert,
aware of danger


I must be polite,
like visiting guests


I must be simple,
like uncarved blocks of wood


I must be empty,
like a deep cave


I must be hard to see,
like muddy water

Oh no.

My creativity is pent up.

Making my fingers quick to speak

before my brain registers their words.

two separate entities

refusing to cooperate.

ee cummings is brilliant.

my feelings feel stiff

when they are loose 

so are my thoughgts

my words

my spirits

i decided today i need more yoga in my life

and less stress

and love

love love love.