somthings falling
falling leaves must be confused about direction when it’s windy. I hear the wind outside, some windows are open, the draft feels soothing, comforting like tall rustling eucalyptus trees. there is a definite point at which that joint of mine let go of its ridged wooden time. it seems like the branch is imaginary, but maybe it grew for the soul purpose of letting go this leaf. this fall red and orange leaf with shades of blue surrounding it like clouds. meditation was the detachment point weeks ago. Iv always thought that realizations in meditation would be the most important. sitting quietly and wham. a warm vacuum tube power amp relaxes into the mental form of inspiration. leads to a detachment, surrender to the wind. i don’t know what i let go of, i can barley see it, just the fuzzy branch like form. i admire her for always predicting with certainty how it will be, how mexico will be, her intuition of the future. i used to know somewhat, but much less now. maybe im not a leaf. but im floating in a wind. iv always been fascinated by those little helicopter seeds that fall from maple trees, ya know?
spring is coming. Ill know then.
spring is coming. Ill know then.