Ideas of yesterday turn into feelings today; doors open into their shadow, or doors open within the darkness and you see the space for light to come in, even if the darkness overpowers. Dissolution of one's mental control as you surrender to creating emptiness. The cycles of creativity require that you make a fallow space and digest any shadow elements. Be in the dark house and sit it out. You can enjoy the fecundity if you get into it.
My feelings for today that sort of fit:
am a twisted firestarter, stomping, screaming, farting laughter,
sneering with a warm veneer
dancing with the anti-rhythm
messing up a tonal order
conducting art, I suppose
just following the dictates of the antipathy
to find that life has sympathy
for life is sweet and wild and smart
Cos really I am a butterfly
I guess that says it all huh?
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