“I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason . . . Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.” ~ Anaïs Nin

 

“Silver Afternoon; Poetry of Evening” (nd, oils on panels)
by Dedrick Stuber

Saturated

Heavy drops, carrying more
than they can bear, fall from no-
where, bending leaves already
sagging, and one by one,
the leaves let go.

They drift to the earth,
each quiet as a master
juggler missing everything so
completely that he realizes
he is being juggled.

Surrender is like this.
Not giving up, but
missing and letting go.

~ Mark Nepo

                    

Music by London Grammar, “Wicked Game” (Chris Isaak cover)

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