like being blindfolded and someone tells you of the beauty that’s out there and you’ve only seen that in dreams and it’s hard to believe to hold even to picture in your mind what this way out could look like for instance are there people who don’t live like this? who aren’t affected? is a…
Author: bjwany
I am a writer and a martial artist.
What interests me is searching within.
boldness
ambient sound louder more intrusive than previously timelessly aligning and at the end of the day new dawn mornings of one thousand beginnings and the plants seem to remember but it’s been a while it’s been a while hesitancy and masked frustration no one wants to be caught not living up rather a sideways life…
sidewalk whispers
walk on the gravel full of sparkles shining pavement as each step passes a light flashes into view creating shadows that cast your feet as mirror images upon the ground ever think of how they make this sidewalk? filled with stardust like walking through the night sky if we could walk along the stars do…
i’m going to start writing poetry again
So, for the past almost year, I was doing a poem or short story a day every day on this blog. I learned a lot about my creative process during this time and happened on a type of writing I really enjoy. But towards the end of the year, I began to feel overwhelmed with…
for moments we don’t understand
drifting into space across universes spinning like a star wandering through green running through golden fields standing as the wind blows hair back into infinity touch the brightness above and the light falls like snowflakes like flower petals like a rainbow who bounces from brook to brook rocks lean forward to listen and clouds give…
tunnel of sound
i am deep in a tunnel of sound where no one can see coming to you live purple light green light echoing drumbeat and bass so thick like a coat from the upstairs attic you try on you can try it all on here all are welcome particularly if you’re called weird or strange or…
break
perhaps it would be better to take a break to be silent for a while and not say anything but simply sit
watching the moon move
i watch small as the moon bright light big against the darky sky drifts changes faces changes perspectives the way it moves across smooth like a ship on calm waters deliberately it moves with purpose i watch it tracking it learning from the moon how to be so smooth
guardians
the pressure can be great it can be managed it can become somehing that needs to be addressed it can become like a leaky faucet it can overflow these moments require the support of guardians who can repair can reestablish any connection the guardians know how to traverse difficult lands how to overcome barriers and…
The Dynamics of Groove 