December 31, 2024
I
Without the lightness I’ve flown
Without the darkness I’ve shown
One without other
I would be another
Atom different
But a life without Adam
Has no Eve that prays for tomorrow
Oh tomorrow, tomorrow come
But tomorrow never comes
Only now beats the drums
Everyone is born to create
On the eve of becoming
So here I start small
And voice my way to a song
Set to the rhythm of silence
Hoping to grow beyond…..er
Is that why he feels like home?
From the unknown water I’m from
Both soft and strong it overcomes,
We flew into each other
And his Eve finds a second life in me
Without the lightness I’ve flown
Without the darkness I’ve shown
One without the other
I would be just another
Atom different
II
Out of my way of LA, on my way to Texas, I stumbled upon a place, who was named after “where the sky and sea meet.” I’ve been looking for such a place. (The evidence is in my sketch) And how it found me! What I seek was seeking me!
Where I don’t believe in luck, I certainly do give a fuck. And I’ll always stay true to this Texan motto: Home is not a place. It’s the people. In the liminal space between is where I want to be. The place where heaven and earth meet.
We call it Topanga. But it takes two to tango. Both me and you. We’ll water our words and dance them to a symphony. Do not despair when rain has been spare. Instead when there’s fire, there’s Spirit…
There’s Love…
And Love is the element of water.
So aren’t there plenty of water to deal with the fires?
Only by element of love can we be washed aclean. Perhaps that’s why this feels like home. From the unknown water I came from. Both soft and strong it overcomes, It gave me a second life.
III
I found the heart of the forest. Its name is Corazon. It lives up to its name. Thanks to everyone here. It’s more than its name.
Everyone can grow a voice of gold. By singing of the old—We release them into the spirit of fire. What was burdened by the weight of the past. Now burned. Now light enough to live in new eternal light. To sing of the old, we free up the present. To live in the present, that is God’s present to us.
Isn’t it divine how every word has three meanings?
To live in the now. Always on the eve of becoming seen.
IV
I rose before dawn…
Put my coffee over the flame
Strong like the color black
Black like His last name
Like that old oak tree
Where my roots run deep
As I climb the mountain, my camera breathes the wintry air
Expanding to contract the untamed
A solitary nomad with no one to blame
For this aloneness
In search of the sublime
In the no man’s land of my mind,
I’m stripped to purity
In this place without a face
I bared my soul, touched my wound
And still
He loves
My uninviting darkness
He cradles my dismal abyss
Dimmed without compassion
He comes forth con passion
They say to find someone who can grow flowers in the darkest parts of you
Like a Christmas tree lit in the night
Darkness powered by light
V
The trails I weave out like rivers
Not like those contrails that give you shivers
I climb the devil’s backbone
Fringed with scarlet leaves
Rolling like a stone
Anointed by dreams
I climb under your sheets
Each night spent under the roof of your timbers
Waiting to ignite my embers
Under the stars I am at once delivered
And waiting to be delivered
I am in the liminal space between heaven and earth
Standing on the ground I feel the pulse of the hearth
Can I get a beat now? I think I’m getting it
Words set to music
Gain its momentum
I am reminded of the simplest things can be the most profound
Is that not what religion is?
What is shared among all religions must be true just like the space between me and you
I believe in nothing more and nothing less than Love
Which is quite a lot—
Love—
The element of water that binds our faults and turns them into lofts
VI
In our new cradles, we are reborn to create
We are reborn to love
Art makes our darkness conscious
Art sheds the weight of time
In art, we rediscover something elemental
That was within us all along
by allyson su 
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