Valley Inn
I could be the Mirror to see Desire.
Valley Inn belongs to the following groups:
All Out Emotion, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Core [C.O.R.E], Lifeline, Light In The Darkness, The Art of Pain, The beauty of poetry, Vibration in Art and Verse - VAVoom!, WMG and Writing: Persuing HappinessI’m here
right where I left me.
I know I want it to rain, continue
but brittle I wake after ecstasy.
It just seems the way of my creaturehood
that being full leads to Empty.
I’m there
where the ornament should be.
I lust after sizzle, but not fitting
the shrink; my only Godchild.
It seems its the way for one like me,
that imprisoned I sit while the best
of my blessings fuck in the Wild.
I’m here
right where I left me.
Zooming on stilts toward Memory.
Though confessing is free, Confession
betrays. I once caught a ghost
but I had to confess: he looked a little like me
or how I so remembered.
My cousins have left, my antelope
gone. All my mythologies diced.
The harbour is sinking, but worse -
I don’t dread a thing.
I’d rather be Dread than dead.
{Is everything actually our very delight? True Joy may be an enormus
umbrella
including the unjoyous.}
For all such a Feast requires
a Valley, and that, yes -
I will be that.
Copyright. 2009.
Do NOT Twitter this piece or I will tie you right here to the stable, in the Tower of Song.
linaji
Being full always leads it’s way towards empty… an indicator..
and confession is all yours no matter… but somettimes indeed it is a trip to see the gifts/blessing fuck in the wild. (cause they can). and you just see .. like I sometimes feel looking down in that ‘valley’ ...and still there you are.. not dreading a thing.. cause you are following a feeling and it’s all yours.
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jim marshal replied
After a day in the desert, tonight I drink a cold choc milk and say “I accept”... and I do know that the valley is majestic as the mountain, the yang counterpart. And the feeling owned in the end helps it to feel differently. I realized last night juist how confining it is even to think of myself as human, also an idea. What if I was not from around here, I asked myself, would God still love me? Of course is the answer I got, actually I am realizing more acutely than ever that I come in actuality from the stars, and part of me does not have to feel awkward about visiting, as if I should feel more at home by now. I can expand in my view of myself when I see myself as a being, and beyond the gravity.
Sometimes a tight garment hurts to squeeze off, I wish there was a way sometimes to chronicle what I can go through in 24 hrs, of the purifying whitefire, and the desert space. I feel tired, good tired though. Sometimes the idea of hope has nothing to do with true Hope, as we realize one day the santa claus myth is a story, so too of our own mythologies. If not them, then in the desert we endure until something clicks, or we are Zenned to sleep and no longer care for answers.
Kristin Reynolds
Jim, I feel you.
My Starseed, brother, I am with you.
How can one feel at home in a place where one is just visiting? Especially when the hosts are mostly rude beasts; the terrain unhospitable; and the work so damn opposite of what the visiter knows – their make-up is so different.
But then there is the purpose for the visit. learning, feeling, experiencing, building, giving.
I rather like the idea of a star lighting up the valley…learning the way of its curves.
cheers, choc-milk moustache man…light up the valley.
xo
jim marshal replied
Yes, sometimes we need to remember we dont just live on the earth but in a mindblowingly vast universe. Thanks K, sis…
Kristin Reynolds
P.S- I love your twitter endings of certain death by way of metaphor.
keep ‘em comin.
jim marshal replied
hmm prob in a few months from now you’ll be saying like.. ok jim think you can stop now…
linaji
well.. you know when you talk like this I can’t write fast enough.. lolol you are finding your way.. that was all I was saying and Lo it was very good.
jim marshal replied
yes, piecing it together. Thanks dear one.
Lisa Jewell
a beautiful philosophical piece that left a technicolour flag flying in my mind, I’m not sure why, you have a way of conjuring images, thoughts and feelings in me that I’m certain at times have nothing to do with the content of your work.
I have always considered the sieve method to approach life,
Strained away the chaff and keep the stuff that clings instinctually to me
Which is in a sense a dicing…
xo
jim marshal replied
Thats a great rap to give a writer as I do try and write in a uiversal language at times though obviously all things are rooted in ones own inner states. Thanks for that Lisa, and I like the sieve thing, makes sense.
Shoaib .
simply brilliant
Skypilot
Ok, youve grabbed my curiosity by the short hairs…what the hell is up with ‘twitter’?
I’m a retard when it come to this stuff!
Ushna Sardar 29 days ago