I’m sure you have the image in your head already.
My words need friends. They ache for touch, long for a lover and I, their father, do not want my words to be lonely. They weren’t born for that. They emerged from expanse
like luminous birds spiraling to form nebula. Lets speak frankly, they come from God’s bedroom, and never mind the fact there is no God, we need not be so serious. Lets simply go ahead and let unspeakableness fly from our mouths.
I was a fifty five year old man when I went into God’s bedroom; a
blushing young bride when I emerged. Pregnant. Maybe you didn’t know this sort of thing happens? Well, frankly, more often than one might think. Thought being a little too stodgy
for imagining such antics.
On the bed of AppearingPerceiving I lay down and let Luminosity have its way with me. All my fears of flying went flying the moment ……. well some things should remain unspoken. But I’m sure
you have the image in your head already – old man unbecomes and a flock of birds is born from his mouth. This is how it is in the ThisThat world. Now the birds
wish to fly into your eye and ear. They whisper dreamy nocturnes, make you blush. Whisper about the moment spring emerges from winter and the way the entire
moon can be collected in a cup of water.
Appearances are a package made from the rhythm of Love’s bedroom joy. Open it and discover that
Here the word and the thing are One.
My words want ‘friends with benefits.” They see you and say “Hello beautiful.” - t.k.
t.k., tsogyelgar, traktung khepa