September 21, 2006

  • Into Fall

    Shall I write of soft soothing sentiments  or fomenting vitriol?

    Both inundate me in the every-now mobius-ly and simultaneously.

     

    It almost seems like a fair feminine spirit upon a sunny path is calling out to me to come play and romp about in happy-go-lucky dalliance.  While at the same time, along the shadowy back track, a dark-armored machismo spirit warns me, of not only dangers ahead, but dangers at hand, and begs for my warrior wariness.

     

    As if an omniscient observer perfectly balanced, I attempt to trace the mobius flow wondering wherefrom and whereto?  From what beginning and unto what end?

     

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    But my anima and animus both grow impatient and  are equally unassuaged by my non-deliberative non-committal non-decision.

     

    Oh damn the both of them.  I shall simply revel in the transition of seasons underway.   Grabbing moments sunning warmly while I still can.  And running amidst the gusts of cool winds about to rip leaves from limbs.

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