Life - Onism

Life - Onism

n. the frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time, which is like standing in front of the departures screen at an airport, flickering over with strange place names like other people’s passwords, each representing one more thing you’ll never get to see before you die—and all because, as the arrow on the map helpfully points out, you are here.

Poetry - A Boy Has A Right To Dream

Poetry - A Boy Has A Right To Dream

A boy has the right to dream.
Endless Possibilities stretch out before him.
What awaits him down the path he will choose?
The boy doesn't know.
Before he knows it, the boy has become an adult...
... and he learns what he was able to make of himself.
Joy and Sadness accompany this.
When this happens, does he bid his past farewell in his
heart?
Once a Boy Becomes an adult, he cannot go back to being a
boy.
The boy is now a man.
Only one thing can be said: A boy has the right to dream.
Endless possibilities stretch out before him
All men were once boys.

Liminality of Death - Light

Liminality of Death - Light



My friend,

we … are going home

I close your eyes now

we are going. Home.

Home.

Liminality of Death - Darkness

Liminality of Death - Darkness



My friend
you are a lost thing


But it need not
be terrifying


No color
no substance
emptiness


You are not stopped
by anything,


You are now at neither
a beginning
nor an end


Death has happened
It will happen to everyone

Liminality of Death - Water

Liminality of Death - Water



My friend
you are feeling light


The wind element in your body
drifts away on the wings of crows
to plummet and become rain


Be rain, fall
and fly


Your spirit is light.
It has no anchors


Every thought you have now,
has a kind of power


Don’t pity yourself
Don’t make yourself small


You want things,

your things.

But they are no use now
and you are no use
to them.


Release them
and yourself

Liminality of Death - Wind

Liminality of Death - Wind

My friend
you are feeling heavy


The fire element in your body
burns itself out
and drifts on the free air

No more external sounds
No more internal sounds

You have no saliva
No sweat


Now you feel cold
You have a sense of far off
of Vastness


You see fireflies or sparks
in the smoke rising


You can’t get enough air
you are become a hollowness

Quotes - Martha Graham

Quotes - Martha Graham

There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and it will be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep yourself open and aware to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open. ... No artist is pleased. [There is] no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others. 

 - Martha Graham

Liminality of Death - Fire

Liminality of Death - Fire

My friend,
you are feeling heavy

The earth element in your body
is igniting and burning

Your breath forms soundless words
the mind forms wordless images
the images shatter

Your mind is losing its hold
You grab at this thing
then you reach for that thing

Blood slows
Faintness

Logic, and the chair
and the table
and the air dissolve.

Liminality of Death - Earth

Liminality of Death - Earth

My friend,

You are feeling heavy,

The time has come

for you to start out.

You can no longer open

or close your eyes

Blue, yellow, red, green

are turning to white.

And white to grey

and grey to black.

You try to remember

who you love.

But your memories,

are fading embers.

Liminality of Death - Introduction

Liminality of Death - Introduction

Liminality of Death is the new game I'm working on, here's a taste of the introduction.  I've been researching and inspired by the Bardo Thodol for this game.

You, oh you

You who have come

to this place

Sisters, brothers, friends

This person is dying

He has not chosen

to do so

She is suffering greatly

He has no home

She has no friends

He is falling, as from a cliff

a great height

She is entering

a forest of strangeness.

Inspiration - Table 9

Inspiration - Table 9

Sometimes doing the right thing does not make everyone happy -- just the people who need it the most.