I am an amalgam
a collection of lively materialities
flowers for legs, and butterfly wings
I am afloat,
a wandering star tiptoeing across the bubblegum sky.
All around, the scent of jasmine
from a wide-eyed flower, dilated
Sunset soaks in
So what am I to say when my devious thorny soul
decides to part ways
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nonchalance / light-heartedness / or even a positivity
toward the mean-spirited or devious parts?
it's interesting the devious face is in a balloon
bubblegum colors - more bubble
floaty
reminds me of two bits of rumi:
"They call the wide-eyed flower jasmine.
They call the wide-eyed flower a thorn.
The wide-eyed flower doesn’t care what they call it.
I adore that freedom. I bow to it."
"Drop and sea,
sugar and poison,
tenderness and rage,
room flooded with sunlight,
house of the wandering star,
gardens of buds about to bloom--
you are all of them, dear friend."
I am an amalgam
a conglomeration of parts, of vibrant matter (lively materialities)
and the boundaries the mind draws between them
held together in lightness
flowers for legs, and butterfly wings
and those parts of self that stare back, impishly
we tiptoe across the sunset sky
Reminded me of:
https://politicalscience.jhu.edu/faculty-books/influx-efflux-writing-up-with-walt-whitman/
“Influx & efflux”—a phrase borrowed from Whitman’s “Song of Myself”—refers to everyday movements whereby outside influences enter bodies, infuse and confuse their organizationli, and then exit, themselves having been transformed into something new. How to describe the human efforts involved in that process? What kinds of “I” and “we” can live well and act effectively in a world of so many other lively materialities
The body,
so preoccupied with appearances,
its neglected, disgruntled soul
decides to parts ways
Other notes from influx & efflux that this reminds S of:
I: a porous and susceptible shape that rides and imbibes waves of influx-and-efflux but also contributes an “influence” of its own.
→ The experience of being continuously subject to influence and still managing to add something to the mix.
A process-oriented self: a model of subjectivity consonant with a world of vibrant matter
A call to inhabit more fully the “float” between impression and expression, the “interval” between influx and efflux
A call to judge not as the judge judges but as the sun falling around a helpless thing (nonjudgement looking at influx-efflux/process-self) (“solar judgment”)
“Dilation”: the capacity of a body to open its pores to the outside
“The dilated self encourages more of the outside to seep in -- even as more of its insides ooze out”
I was trying to modify Sarah’s in bits - here is the only part I got to (not imagining this as an entire writing)
that soul in efflux stares back,
deviously infusing and confusing
my body of wide-eyed flowers and butterfly wings
I am an amalgam
a conglomeration of lively materialities
flowers for legs, and butterfly wings
afloat, tiptoeing across the sunset sky.
a wide-eyed flower, dilated
outside influences me/am open to it, porous
me influencing the outside: scent of jasmine
what am I to say when my devious, disgruntled soul
decides to part ways
with flowers for legs, butterfly wings,
as sugar and poison, as tenderness and rage,
we tiptoe across the room flooded with sunlight.
The dilated self encourages more of the outside to seep in, while its devious, impish, disgruntled soul oozes out.
I am an amalgam
a collection of lively materialities
flowers for legs, and butterfly wings
I am afloat,
a wandering star tiptoeing across the bubblegum sky.
All around, the scent of jasmine
from a wide-eyed flower, dilated
Sunset soaks in
So what am I to say when my devious thorny soul
decides to part ways
Devious trickster soul
Devious wily soul
Devious cheeky soul
outside influences me/am open to it, porous
me influencing the outside: scent of jasmine
what am I to say when my devious, disgruntled soul
decides to part ways
The body,
so preoccupied with appearances,
its neglected, disgruntled soul
decides to parts ways
The multinational corporation,
So preoccupied with business
its neglected, disgruntled soul
decides to parts ways