the heat makes the pain go away deep on the other side of the skull brain pounding tightening with heat it cracks open millions of stars come outside in between the lines the crags and cracks steam rising boiling off ache the pain subsides it doesn’t become painful to exhale nothing deep within the nose…
Author: bjwany
I am a writer and a martial artist.
What interests me is searching within.
calling echoes
walking through a deep valley down at the bottom echoes of voice reberate through what is dimly lit echoing song through the mist like a voice forgotten a memory calling moving forward mesmerized by the echoing walls mountains singing they whisper back they help you to remember to return calling as you step down the…
in between space
space in between waking and dreaming air is thick to move takes great concentration ideas memories moving towards resolution understanding and healing to be whole once more
riding
riding the train while writing the simultaneous movement of fingers hunting and pecking words on the phone no writing pad candlelight quills dipped in ink nothing fancy about this writing desk or station no artsy cafe ambiance no comfy chair the incantation comes from the glow of the screen through smeared vaguely transparent windows city…
embers fly into the sky
engulfed in flame seemingly dangerous untouchable burning is consuming radiates like a hot furnace you could reach out to touch it but you would be burned feel pain it’s okay for you to be afraid keep your distance keep back keep it to yourself yellow bending orange edged in blue and yet hottest is invisible …
stars spinning in unison
some stars spin in the atmosphere above our heads they puncture the dark inky night the way they move is to shimmer it’s an easy movement in conjunction with other stars they form a pattern gracefully artfully tracing paths across the sky if we could see them close up we’d see serenity as they spin…
slowing down
occasionally the signal from the body the initial conversation what it does to get your attention the questions it asks of you and the mind moves slow the muscles don’t feel like struggling like pushing they look for smoothness smooth edges no jagged points and no bumps and when they come body closes it’s eyes…
standing in snow
scent of pine trees and sap that runs down wintery bark footsteps crunching into white standing looking through the trees inhaling cold air exhaling a cloud of warmth making curls as it disappates the land is slightly blue but in stillness you can feel the connection
walking through the city
at the right time of day walking in the city can be a work of art stark light cuts into spaces creating angles that few come upon the sidewalk shimmers the old buildings know it well they see between the busyiness and past shadows down alleys where blue midnight meets dark purple and it’s the…
The Dynamics of Groove 