A breath
Held.
Expelled.
Exploded.
Antici
...patience?
Like an inhale from a dream state that awakens the dreamer, a violent intake of breath saves the dreamer from drowning.
The time is drawing near again, when a river of words will spill droplet by droplet onto the page, and be pumped into the waiting internet...a drought is lifting, a word drought of dried up thoughts, old patterns, unknown and unknowable ways of expression will form rivulets and merge into bigger and bigger forms and burst the dam that has been thwarting any and all the writings.
We meet again soon, and each breath is surrounded by little pauses like parentheses hugging my life with healthy pauses.
Sometimes the silence between thoughts speaks the most volumes...
See you when you get back.
ReplyDeleteI am resurfacing now after 2 or 3 months being submerged...yeah, in and out May be the name of the game for a bit, pending internet access :)
DeleteBut... where are you resurfacing from? That's the real question here. ;-) Happy trails and dancing adventures.
ReplyDeleteSuch interesting places, both internally and externally, it is certain that some of them will spill onto the virtual page at some point...
DeleteThanks for your support as always...now I should have time again to actually read and comment even on some of the brilliant bloggers I know...
Hope all is well in your part of the world.
ReplyDeleteAll is splendid! Will perhaps even write again on here, but in the meantime we could email? Danceaholic dot JM at gmail dot com
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