The Life of Clouds

 

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The birds started first,
singing into the darkness.
Then the sun opened
the day up to the size
of our possible worlds. It
was expansive, the way
I imagine a desert would
be, at the break of day,
before thirst sets in,
when the body is still
thick with dreams, the
kind that beckon, invite.

The same world, a different
time. The clouds roll in,
form a dense layer between
us and the endless sky.
It always seems you
can reach up and touch
them, like they are our
shelter, our protection, as
though they are not
heavy with the responsibility
of nourishing the Earth, or
lacking in tangibility.

And I think, I don’t just
want my story playing
over and over; I want
them all. I want to be
everyone and everything
and all of history at once.
Not only to understand better,
but because there is just
so much to this life, too much
for our one psychology, and
I am and want to be
every colour, sound and
emotion at once, to finally
be the One in the All.

– TT

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The Way of Us

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Sometimes I think
that if I could find
a way to walk,
which is to say,
to be in this world
in such that
a bird would land
on my head and
feel comfortable
perching there
day after day …
 
I do know that
it would take more
than the straight
back of statuesque
serenity of perfect
posture to get
the bird to stay.
It would, at the
very least, take me
understanding
the nature of things.
 
I would have to
feel in my bones
that it is the bird’s way
to migrate, and use
these gorgeous wings
of theirs to sail through
skies rough and calm,
just as it is a stone’s
way to live their place
through time, and our
way to wish for both. – TS

To Be Love With You

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If I were
coming or going
I would want to do it
exactly like a bird
who knows how
to sing and to call out,
to nest and to take flight
without pondering or doubt.
I would want to do it
like an ant might,
carrying its weight in
sustenance and
nothing more,
working in unison
to build and create,
to protect the colony
and feast on this life
from the grand scope
of our ground.
I would want to do it
holding your hand,
more than okay with
any direction at all
so long as
there are horizons
we are dreaming
about, that we
don’t need to
get to,
moving through
all of this
together. – TS

A Little Piece of Me

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her brow
beaded with
sweat,
tendrils of hair
clinging to her skin,
afraid to
look ahead,
her eyes fix
on the trail
of thistles, dried
pebbles and moss,
and she trips
anyway,
her mind
buzzing with
the crickets
and cawing
with the birds
confused about
coming or going,
which brings
her to the sea
and to her place
on the shore,
trembling on
loose sand
caged, somehow,
beneath all that
vast sky,
never certain
which of the
world’s horizons
to claim. – TS

Find the Forgotten

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And we soar
to the treetops
and beyond
 
Having forgotten
to reckon with
the earth’s beauty
 
(Which is also
the beauty in us
and of ourselves)
 
And from here
in the clouds
we pause to rest
 
Breathing deep,
finding in soft places
the contour of us
 
The mystic dance
between our freedom
and our sublime
 
Incarnation. – TS

Japan Photo Diary: 365 (freedom on a white wall)

Welcome to the 365th photo in the Japan Photo Diary series – it has been one year! And perfect timing, as I make my way over to Canada, my home, for a visit!

Thank you for joining me on this adventure of sharing photographs of Japan over the past year. There will be much more to come, in different guides.

xo

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