I was riding to work today and imagined no signs or signals anywhere ever again upon the road.  The road became significantly more visually pristine.  It was a joyful, chaotic, anarchic vision.

I sat in the cemetery yesterday at sunset, after running, and nurtured myself in the frigid zone.  O clear cold stream of air.  O shadows of bones strewn into the darkness of infinity.  Give me icy bitter wintry more.  Make me forget the sultry summer sun that I adore.

 
                             Cemetery Crazy Horse (see profile pic)

I have lost my mind many times before.  But this very last time, well, I kind of felt like I was about to die.  In fact, an acquaintance aside me, (perhaps merely imagined, perhaps otherwise) mentioned  “Are you okay? You look like you’re having a heart attack or stroke or something.”  I suppose that indicates how highly I identify ‘self’ with ‘mind’.  But self won out.  Only my mind died.  I’ve got a new mind now.  It’s only 3 days old.

July 3, 2001, I first coined the term ‘xangarelic’.  Now, 8 days short of 5 years here, I will still not concede that I resemble that remark.  No, no, no.  Birds shall turn out to dinosaurs before my blog ossifies into a historic xangament of any sort.  For truly…

may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old

—e.e.cummings