contemplation serves the master
makes the day turn red
cleans away disaster
thinking of things said

caress the mess
make use of the abuse

swim in the fire
hang from the wire

life will not wait


Kala Phrase

to na ma’a yomayekua nahe na ke pako mulapa ka
manner 1s with day-PST-all within 1s O new begin-POT Q
“How can I begin anything new with all of yesterday in me?” — Leonard Cohen


sometimes we wake to find ourselves surrounded by familiar yet strange feelings that if we leave unchecked can fester and boil like the summer stew that inevitably will spoil cause it’s too hot outside to eat it and no one wants to admit that all they really want is a cold beverage and to be left to their thoughts, after all, many of the things that pass through our minds either aren’t worth sharing, or would be inexplicable, or even horribly embarrassing to mention, there are so many ways to feel, but so few ways to effectively express those myriad feelings

Did I ever tell you the story about when I broke my arm?

la luna

every night

she is there

without fright

without care

she dances through the sky

I never ask why


a dragon and an ember argued about the qualities of fire
neither of them being honest with themselves
does the fire burn within or does it consume from the outside
in any case it burns
it scars
it crackles and pops in an unrelenting way
it leaves nothing untouched

it leaves NOTHING untouched


in moments such as these
choose hardship over ease

only the truest friend
will follow through to the end

each day is a test
keep company with the best

be wary of the rest


wasted are the moments in anger
tasted are the feelings of despair

haste used to make the choices
paste is tried to keep things together

faced are the fears of letting go
spaced are the moments of vulnerability