better to burn out

new moon and new beginnings 

black box meditation 

passion as motivation 

a cross of ashes on my forehead

seeming not to have a care

it feels like winter , and that cold air induces a certain feeling in me

to the brain, i dislike cold, 

the low temperature hurts my skin, 

the coughing hurts my stomach, 

a trekk in the snow seems like a somewhat daunting journey, 

one that, taken during summer and spring, was just so free and light 

is now bundled , layered , heavy 

trudging where i once was traipsing 

but maybe all thats in the brain shall stay up there sometimes in japa silence 

and the heart shall hold a monarchy in the body 

this isn't a two party system all the time 

the heart remembers a feeling.... 

brings on the sound of wind gusts and creeking old window pains 

whistling sighs from shaky iron heaters and the nightly sound of snow trucks keeping roads clear

a craving for velvet and beaded lamps drenched in incense smoke flows through my core

looking out a window to snow covered street lamps 

toasty on the inside , deep feelings coming to the surface like a red rose in bloom

warm sanctuaries with rich colors and tapestries draped on the walls 

an energy that almost whispers all it's secrets right into your realm of knowledge 

hash to make you feel fine as wine

and by my side there you were

it's hard to tell if i miss you or that feeling 

the grace of keeping faith

photo credit to the New York Times 

Breezy Point, New York 

November 2nd 2012

sweet hope in the midst of the bitterness of life