Human Loom, Human Vessel

Lately I’ve been trying to translate my words into feelings while still in my head. There are selfish reasons for that. My mind is a chatty seamstress; when I leave it alone, it weaves words effortlessly. Gowns of prose, embellishments of thought. When I try to put those words down, make them physical, too often the fabric unravels.

It’s a challenge to be a human loom. Much easier to be a vessel, to let the emotions fill me up and spill over, surely?

Either way, I am the middleman. An instrument. I just want to be a good one.


  • Lucky Number Eleven

    “Don’t try to force anything. Let life be a deep let-go. God opens millions of flowers everyday without forcing their buds.”

    “To have faith is to trust yourself to the water. When you swim you don’t grab hold of the water, because if you do you will sink and drown. Instead you relax, and float.”
    —Alan Watts

    “Don’t try.”
    —Charles Bukowski

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