Unexplored, interesting selves — If I was a circle I could roll and play collecting grass; I‘d travel all around the world, visiting places, using no compass. These thoughts were swirling in the mind of a triangle equilateral that imitated the humans around it who always want a self that’s collateral. A circle was…

Three dots can say it all… — … Three dots. Ellipsis. A full stop that doesn’t want to be alone. An ending that continues. A declaration of an omission; an omission which reverses itself, if decoded by the reader. A manifestation of cowardice on its one “edge”, but the absolute courage on its other. …

Life is bitchy with boomerang throwers — A non symmetrical face. A big nose or damaged hair. A figure that makes you say “With some people, nature was unfair”. Or maybe… a mindset that doesn’t fit your way of thinking. A life-choice that, to you, is …everlasting sinking. You’re so angry at “monsters” like this, but also so…

Participating in Jean Carfantan’s “Playing Again the Divination Game” prompt — Crossing paths, footsteps on the same spot at the same time; one body within the other. No, it can’t be done. It’s physically impossible. It’s earthly illogical for the five-senses’ run. Mental crossing paths, spiritual footsteps at a common frequency, on the same helix of the spiral. …

Honouring a Medium friend I appreciated a lot — Every birth certificate ensures that a death certificate is on its way. We don’t know when or how we’ll die; the pendulum just continues to sway. This earthly cyclic presence has recently closed for my friend, J.; his high quality values and strong voice spread fragrant flowers in Medium’s bouquet. He was gentle, humorous, authentic, warmhearted, and straightforward. He left…

Don’t think that you can’t — A pile of trash with gold under it; that’s what problems are. Getting stuck on the surface, won’t get us far. Easy walks and comfortable atmospheres have value, yes but their role is not to elevate; freedom’s quest can’t be painless. Don’t seek pain, no; that’s not the point of my speech…

A message to a “friend” — It seems that you try to make me create the memories you want in my head. (That’s your what.) You repeatedly —and deliberately — describe to me events in a specific way (that’s your how) that it doesn’t match my reality or my illusions. …

Looking at the dawn —

Two options —