Random sounds from inside my soul

Art, love, rib tips, longing...are they one and the same?

Conversations with Idras: Desperation Rib Tips

Where I wanna be

Ngiculela 2022

The Lovelorn Dance (from AMNANDI SAILS)

What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,
Distill'd from limbecks foul as hell within,
Applying fears to hopes and hopes to fears,
Still losing when I saw myself to win!
What wretched errors hath my heart committed,
Whilst it hath thought itself so blessed never!
How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted
In the distraction of this madding fever!
O benefit of ill! now I find true
That better is by evil still made better;
And ruin'd love, when it is built anew,
Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.
So I return rebuked to my content
And gain by ill thrice more than I have spent.

Sonnet CXIX

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head,
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee and for myself no quiet find.

Sonnet XXVII

Breathe.

Like a strong, steady wind pushing you, sometimes it’s not what you can’t see, it’s what you feel. You don’t feel loved. You don’t feel understood. You don’t feel appreciated, wanted, nourished, maybe even tolerated. It’s those deeply felt negatives that keep you from seeing the bright light right beneath the surface of your skin, that light in your eyes that draws people toward your love of music, art, technology, spirit, stewardship, and the simple joy of being able to take a breath.

Take a moment to see where a particular blindness takes root in you. Learn its edges and weight. Only then will you see that what you don’t feel is usually an illusion; that the real shape of that lack is something else entirely. Learn them, then gradually learn to be gentle with yourself. Learn how to release your breath, uncloud your eyes, dismiss self-doubts, and guide yourself to places of comfort.

It ain't easy but it's necessary.

Breathe

"I stole a song to sing to you,
the words more beautiful
than any I knew."

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