10082014 UN-E-QUA
I CAN'T TELL FROM WHERE THE MOVEMENT COMES.
IS IT A REAWAKENING OF SOME SPIRITUAL SLUMBER
OR IS IT THE REMINDER OF WHO I ONCE WAS?
THE PERSON I AM NOW?
IS IT KNOWING I AM LOST--
THE RELIEF OF SOME PRESSURE THAT I NO LONGER FEEL
GUILTY FOR MY OWN DISSONANCE?
--OR IS IT THE RELIEF OF KNOWING
I STILL HAVE THAT CHAOS WITHIN ME?
I CAN'T TELL FROM WHERE THE MOVEMENT COMES.
IS IT A REAWAKENING OF SOME SPIRITUAL SLUMBER
OR IS IT THE REMINDER OF WHO I ONCE WAS?
THE PERSON I AM NOW?
IS IT KNOWING I AM LOST--
THE RELIEF OF SOME PRESSURE THAT I NO LONGER FEEL
GUILTY FOR MY OWN DISSONANCE?
--OR IS IT THE RELIEF OF KNOWING
I STILL HAVE THAT CHAOS WITHIN ME?
01122013 TSO-SDA-DA-LV
YOU WHO KNEW ME THEN IS NOT YOU WHO KNOWS ME NOW.
DO YOU ALSO FEEL THE DISSONANCE
AS WE GREET OUR MEMORIES OF ONE ANOTHER?
INTIMATE BUT NOW FOREIGN.
STILL FOREIGN?
WILL WE EVER GET TO COMPREHEND ONE ANOTHER?
I'M NOT SURE WE EVER KNEW BEFORE
AND I'M SORRY THAT I MISSED YOU.
YOU WHO KNEW ME THEN IS NOT YOU WHO KNOWS ME NOW.
DO YOU ALSO FEEL THE DISSONANCE
AS WE GREET OUR MEMORIES OF ONE ANOTHER?
INTIMATE BUT NOW FOREIGN.
STILL FOREIGN?
WILL WE EVER GET TO COMPREHEND ONE ANOTHER?
I'M NOT SURE WE EVER KNEW BEFORE
AND I'M SORRY THAT I MISSED YOU.
18102013
HARMONY BLENDS VARIED GIFTS OF LOVELINESS
TO THE UNSEEN WORLD. DEPART IN PEACE
WITH CALM HOPE, YOU WHO ARE NAMED,
AND FILL THE LAST MOMENTS OF LIFE WITH LIGHT.
HARMONY BLENDS VARIED GIFTS OF LOVELINESS
TO THE UNSEEN WORLD. DEPART IN PEACE
WITH CALM HOPE, YOU WHO ARE NAMED,
AND FILL THE LAST MOMENTS OF LIFE WITH LIGHT.
14092013 DESERT
ENTER THE SPACE, SEE THE DUST CAPTURED BY LIGHT
LIMINAL PARTICLES , FORCED FROM THEIR DWELLINGS
TREAD LIGHTLY INTO THE CENTER, BREATHE DEEPLY
FEEL THE SUN,
JOIN THE PERICHORESIS.
ENTER THE SPACE, SEE THE DUST CAPTURED BY LIGHT
LIMINAL PARTICLES , FORCED FROM THEIR DWELLINGS
TREAD LIGHTLY INTO THE CENTER, BREATHE DEEPLY
FEEL THE SUN,
JOIN THE PERICHORESIS.
01112012 STUDIO
WE SIT AMONG ONE ANOTHER
TRYING TO GATHER THE WHISPERS
THAT SLIP THROUGH THE FINGERS
OF OUR HANDS UN-HELD.
EXISTING IN THE SPACE THAT IS NEITHER NOISE NOR SILENCE
THE DISCORD BETWEEN WHAT IS BREATHED
AND THE INTENTION OF OUR DESIGN.
IF WE COULD GATHER THE UNSPOKEN AIRS--
THE DISSONANCE WE FEEL
AND MAKE THEM TANGIBLE BEFORE US
WOULD WE KNOW PEACE OR TORMENT?
WE SIT AMONG ONE ANOTHER
TRYING TO GATHER THE WHISPERS
THAT SLIP THROUGH THE FINGERS
OF OUR HANDS UN-HELD.
EXISTING IN THE SPACE THAT IS NEITHER NOISE NOR SILENCE
THE DISCORD BETWEEN WHAT IS BREATHED
AND THE INTENTION OF OUR DESIGN.
IF WE COULD GATHER THE UNSPOKEN AIRS--
THE DISSONANCE WE FEEL
AND MAKE THEM TANGIBLE BEFORE US
WOULD WE KNOW PEACE OR TORMENT?
03082012 ON THE ROAD TO NEW MEXICO
OUT OF THE PASSENGER WINDOW I SEE SWARMS OF TATTERED BUSHES.
THEY ARE THE LITTLE ONES: DESOLATE BUT AMONG A SEA OF SUSPICIOUSLY FAMILIAR OTHERS.
ALWAYS REACHING, AND SOMETIMES TOUCHING, BUT NEVER INTIMATE.
I THINK BACK TO THAT MOMENT A FEW MONTHS AGO
WHEN TEARS PRESENTED THEMSELVES AS A FICKLE INDICATOR OF EMOTION
AND YOU HUGGED ME EVEN THOUGH I TOLD YOU NOT TO.
IT CHANGED OUR FLOW, THE CADENCE OF OUR CIRCADIAN RHYTHMS:
FOR A FEW PROLONGED BREATHS WE WERE NOT THE BUSHES OF THE DESERT,
BUT THE TREES OF THE MOUNTAIN SIDES.
AND IN OUR OVERLAPPING NATURE,
WE BECAME CONDITIONS OF THE SAME STORY.
OUT OF THE PASSENGER WINDOW I SEE SWARMS OF TATTERED BUSHES.
THEY ARE THE LITTLE ONES: DESOLATE BUT AMONG A SEA OF SUSPICIOUSLY FAMILIAR OTHERS.
ALWAYS REACHING, AND SOMETIMES TOUCHING, BUT NEVER INTIMATE.
I THINK BACK TO THAT MOMENT A FEW MONTHS AGO
WHEN TEARS PRESENTED THEMSELVES AS A FICKLE INDICATOR OF EMOTION
AND YOU HUGGED ME EVEN THOUGH I TOLD YOU NOT TO.
IT CHANGED OUR FLOW, THE CADENCE OF OUR CIRCADIAN RHYTHMS:
FOR A FEW PROLONGED BREATHS WE WERE NOT THE BUSHES OF THE DESERT,
BUT THE TREES OF THE MOUNTAIN SIDES.
AND IN OUR OVERLAPPING NATURE,
WE BECAME CONDITIONS OF THE SAME STORY.