Artistic Creation, Poetic Musings

Revivalism

Pleasure vs pain
Hear: we go again

Supposed dichotomy
But merely positioning

Connected by a cord of
Reflexive self definition

Any loss is heart breaking
And love is allowed purity

Extremes are not the only
Dictate for experiencing

Goodness in charity does
Not have to be dust-pasty

And heat’s revivalism does
Not need Hell’s propagating

For sweet to know bitter
Doesn’t need bittersweet

Artistic Creation

Passion’s Release

“Some lovers demand a sacrifice
A constant bloodletting fealty
An all-consuming codependency
Where the host feeds its parasite

Maybe that’s why wild magic and I tease
We are both independent, refuse shackling
Like tiny, willful dragonlets landing briefly
Transfixing and coaxing our souls’ release

But what am I without form’s definition?
And what is a song without lips to sing?
It seems we are caught up in an impasse
Forced to build trust while intertwining”

Artistic Creation, Stream of Thought

What Is Bliss?

I worry for myself. I worry for others.

My Youtube algorythm has just sent me the lovely and dense album by the band Ulvesang that I have just posted.

Its tones resonate like those of Michael Hedges’ and its lush emotional saturation flows into my being, filling the aches of empty spaces.

I worry because this is what it feels like to be in love. From a recording, I am receiving soothing and encompassing cadences.

I worry because with technology now more easy to access, we are able to gain so much more positive stimulation that we as individuals and as a species have needed.

But, what about real love, romance, and the pure sensate joy of physical manifesting?

While listening and watching, hearing, seeing, and emotionally feeling, no one is on the other side, sharing this with me.

There is no two-way connection – just messages over time and space conveyed.

I am not touching, tasting, nor smelling in this beyond-long-distance relationship.

When virtual reality becomes such that our neurons are just plugged into a system, what then?

As our bodies whither away from lack of conscious, purpose-driven inhabiting – to what end?

I want to be “wild and free” – “home grown” with the dream of life truly unfolding.

I guess this means that I ought to just lean into and appreciate “suffering?”

Is this what it means to “happy?”