tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705770704945316407.post4671001892910926428..comments2023-04-05T07:00:16.893-07:00Comments on Black Ink Pad: Syzygy Is the Way Things Have to BeBarb Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11076090758278803414noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705770704945316407.post-80518944864639182142008-04-01T14:53:00.000-07:002008-04-01T14:53:00.000-07:00Yeah I can also say the clarity of thought at 4:30...Yeah I can also say the clarity of thought at 4:30 am is a somewhat interesting one - normally it's from being awake from the night before - insomniacial clarity that it brings, you've read my poetry - some of that was 4am work or just hitting the "zen" point where everything just fits..<BR/>Oh and this is also to say mum says "Thank you", the gift arrived today..Gordonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13219947430255404399noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705770704945316407.post-23416930000448699002008-04-01T12:01:00.000-07:002008-04-01T12:01:00.000-07:00Wow. Profound words, thank you.Unmask, pizzachance...Wow. Profound words, thank you.<BR/><BR/>Unmask, pizzachance... who are you? Drop me an email, por favore.<BR/><BR/>BBarb Blackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12427900930871273016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705770704945316407.post-27468559417302432592008-04-01T10:41:00.000-07:002008-04-01T10:41:00.000-07:00It takes courage to broadcast your thoughts at 4:3...It takes courage to broadcast your thoughts at 4:30 AM. As an early riser,I understand the zen clarity that infuses ones being 1/2 way through the first cup of coffee. Work demands are 4 hours away. The collective conciousness is idling and can answer the most profound queries with a shrug and an effete wave.<BR/>The nature of love? <BR/>My experience tells me certain people can please any one of our senses: A waitress turning just right and well lit. <BR/>An Okie Madonna with Child, dirty but placid and self-contained.<BR/>Walking in a mall catching a whiff of citrus with a human sultry base note.<BR/>A hearty Laugh from across a party.<BR/>An anonymous hand brushing the base of my neck.<BR/>Tasting a dish so complex yet simple and conveying perfectly an understanding of all ingredients involved.<BR/>For lack of a better word I have "loved" each of these individuals.<BR/><BR/>Each makes me ponder(in the words of Steve Goodman) Is this what it feels like at the top of the slide?<BR/>Do I leave this moment alone and add it to the album or do take the next step? Because at each step, like a hiker crossing a river hopping from one unknown rock to the next, there is the chance it will tip and either just get your shoes wet or dump you in and sweep you away.<BR/><BR/>The possibility of Love is what tightens our chest because it carries with it the chance of loss of our bourgeoning interest,expectation and illusions. <BR/><BR/>Love is what happens after the test of time.<BR/><BR/>Thanks, I knew if I threw words around long enough I would arrive at place I felt comfortable.<BR/><BR/>(Hey, maybe true love is 2 people letting each other stumble around,withholding comment until a conclusion is reached.)pizzachancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14470996892307964047noreply@blogger.com