Shakespeare Quote

iye iyatonolotle kue ki ma’a timu takuyo atsuha
what-if PROX-hand-cursed-REL like self with blood brother-GEN thick-AUG
What if this cursed hand were thicker than itself with brother’s blood

panamua ke tenyonihue nya kue nyahi etla tlelapa ka
rain-enough O heaven-nice-LOC for like snow P.4s wash-POT Q
Is there not rain enough in the sweet heaves to wash it white as snow?

William Shakespeare, Hamlet (1600-02), Act III, scene 3, line 43



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

It’s a fake!

I have concluded that “trust” is an illusion. A comforting story that we tell ourselves in order to cope with the actual state of being – complete and total uncertainty. Perhaps it is overly pessimistic to think in these terms, but you truly cannot even rely on the ground beneath your feet, given earthquakes, tornadoes, volcanoes, etc. Yes, these things are quite appropriately called “disasters” and are infrequent, nevertheless, they do happen.

More to the point, “trust” between people is the most glaring of illusions. Unless science develops a way to read each and every electrical signal in someone’s brain, knowing, for a fact, that individual’s true thoughts and intentions is never going to be possible.

This is complicated even more by the tendency people have to operate by desire, or whim, rather than careful consideration of consequences and repercussions. Now, there are sets of consequences, and unique consequences. A unique consequence might be stubbing a toe due to a lack of attentiveness while on the way to the bathroom at 5am. A set of consequences might be additionally falling over, hitting your head, then being late to work, or even worse, in the emergency room and unable to pay the bill.

Regardless of what someone tells you, or what they might indicate, until the act is completed, you can never truly be sure what they will do, or how they will behave.

Pain, in contrast to “trust”…that is a certainty. At some point, in every person’s life, there will be pain, perhaps minor, maybe gargantuan. The true measure of the soul, though, seems to be how one reacts to this pain. Do you turn it into suffering, or do you strive to make things as good as they can be, or at the very least, as bearable as they need to be in order to live with some modicum of sanity.

Whatever the case, betrayal causes needless pain, pain that can be easily avoided by making intentions fully clear and explicit. But without those explicit intentions, there is never really anything that deserves the word “trust”.