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Lluvia de ideas: nunca una explicaci�n, nunca nada.: mayo 2005

Lluvia de ideas: nunca una explicaci�n, nunca nada.: mayo 2005

bright

this glow, this glow, in every living thing, heat and life. . .if you just slow down a minute it comes,if you just quiet all the whats and whys and whens, you can see it. . .the phosphor glow of winter tides crashing here, flashes of salt around your feet walking on the beach at night, the light of life reflected by the chlorophyll dynamos in these leaves, in the pinholes in this upturned purple bowl of sky this vault, light and life from distant stellar hearts, and sounds too, songs that ring timeless and holy if you can listen.

light in the deeps

i came down here looking for her. . .
it's been so long. . .this memory i still cant shake.
there was a light here in the deep darkness; i saw it
and remembered how she had left.
it was as if i heard her cries and laments in my head,
thought i was a madman, imagining something
dreaming that what was lost could be regained
dreaming. . .
Eurydice. . .no, much older than she

so i descended, broke through the boundary
and started swimming down, down,
through murky seas
and tangled at each fathom with tendrils
from each ocean
still swimming down

Sophia Christi

and then it came to me, that memory from before all this
before these dream images were here,
now seeming real, now that the fullness of space was only a memory.

i feel like i'm in a dream,
wanting to wake, but can't really remember
where i was before
still searching, deeper and deeper
won't feel complete, really,
till i find her again