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Every day is a stroke of the brush. We feel as if we are the paint, or perhaps the brush, leaving some amount of ourselves in each moment. When is life an artwork? Now? Or only looking back from the end, when it obviously looks like something. Tip the brush. Lift it and press it. Turn it upside-down. We are all painting together.

» Posted By Engel On 05.23.2014 @ 4:53 am


A woven framework is always stronger. It’s not some arbitrary structure that is just to be.
This is a structure of patterenized recognition. It performs through memory brought forth.
A framework has meaning, and there is something deeper.

» Posted By Engel On 05.21.2014 @ 1:53 pm


I’m awake now, I insist
but I can’t be sure if I am.
Some amount of time has passed been forgotten
Maybe I blinked,
or humanity has passed and I’m here inside it all
remembering a lost way
beginning to draw the first lines
and establishing my bearing in open water

» Posted By Engel On 05.18.2014 @ 3:15 pm


Been rain after snow and a dust wind that blows.
across old rust and slow as the roads,
I’ve been out here so long.
With the moon singing songs
with a flowing sound soothing the woes
Dried, cracked boughs
Time’s slowing down
Lines of my brow reading old prose
And the sun bows low
sweeping beneath my toes
climbing to rise just once more

» Posted By Engel On 05.13.2014 @ 1:59 pm


prioritizing moments
spin and turning worlds
within a true grasp
anonymous and noble motives
connecting glimpse
and a release of intention

» Posted By Engel On 05.08.2014 @ 6:03 am


sleeping in something with it
beneath inactive filters
muffled rumblings
building and reaching, yearning, nodding
rhythmic emergence
motion of intent

» Posted By Engel On 03.20.2014 @ 7:37 am


Soon I’ll be the strongest swimmer in the world.
The ocean is just too small to hold me back.
Just pushing the water beneath me and reaching
to be moving…
I’m full of that sweet song
The tune without knowing
to carry across water

» Posted By Engel On 03.13.2014 @ 3:02 pm


Forces at play underneath
skin and scars of smooth cracks
scattered and strewn
a storied surface of life
grounded and present

» Posted By Engel On 03.12.2014 @ 10:42 am


All that we perceive are the waves.
An infinite range of possibility of which we witness few.
Touch and sight. Thought and time.
All of the lengths and frequencies, all the colors and musical notes.

» Posted By Engel On 02.11.2014 @ 5:18 am


It is mine. This enigmatic word-display that follows me everywhere. This is not a pipe. Some kind of something that persists in reminding me. An avoidable signal of influence.

» Posted By Engel On 02.08.2014 @ 7:49 am


Chill-lax! The world won’t end. What will be will be…

» Posted By Engel On 07.17.2008 @ 3:55 am

Chill-lax! The world won’t end. What will be will be…

» Posted By Engel On 07.17.2008 @ 3:55 am

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