Danny James

270

The Clowns and Jesters know this most: we’ve plenty tragedy, and danger every turn, – and they’re breaking their hearts to make us look the other way.

For RW

369: Still I rise

That glorious golden bulb again rose to finish the thaw of yesterdays ail and satisfied, I closed the shades to find a progress my own. It need not be enticed from the outside if I am present within. I will be light through, not merely in its absence elsewhere. These endeavours must daily begin anew, for strength is not strength that is not used and so require the strain. We make no ground by our mere intention, but must saturate the Earth with that you would receive of it. And still I rise, as ever. That we are all here today gathered is much now.

Bondi morning, 2014

Bondi morning, 2014

368

None of us deserve what we want. We deserve what we go get.

367

”Be a good ancestor. Plant trees you’ll never see.”

366

No, not the stars nor the wind though the trees regard you, this is not your escape. Pleasant is the sun but shines anyway. Nobody has to mind you. Even in the terribly cold and bitter reality of your own protection, but you do.

365

”You do not lay down. You are too important and there is too much to do. Take what you have and make something good with it.”

364: March

By a failure in the middle, or some componential devastation the chords precisely though struck bend their resonation in vague and sombre swerves and lovely arcs unreliable like a firework and paint your face with flame licked fascination! And she dances still, unperturbed. In happy chains, O graceful prisoner in a dateless sentence, tied in tones which loop and sway hypnotistic imperfections ascending a strange marvellousness and an imperial insight into the world like a dream the world needs and cannot enter but by consent of celestial law. By energies grim and secret, pruning patterns as would instruct by disaster. What wasn’t expected or supposed to but had to happen. The heavens know not else but to rain down relief on the rest, for unique and outrageous though, – by crashes shaped and of leftovers put together, can no dark thus in Her reside. There is no limp in Her song like would Her pirouette depict, but survived She dances on and on an entirety of sewn misshapen fragments out of an order broken. Of love and stitches, and smiles mightier than tears. No scathing, no catastrophes. A knotting of lost opposites flourished in bind. Orphanage of a thriven. O colourful distortion, perfect disharmony, a stamina in fault is found, beautiful accidents meant to be.

363: Fled

All the trees at once had cast off their wild leaves setting them to the East, to flee and toss, joyously giddy along the palm of Natures gentle breath. Spun at the twilight down a crescent strange and lovely, consolidated in collective, security of unity in getaways spontaneous, conceived none the thought of looking back.

362

Everything is in a state of flux, or change, and war and strife between opposites is the eternal condition of the universe.

Heraclitus

The human body too, submits to its own unique array of dynamic tensions. Between all parts there is constant adjustment, coaction and strain occurring, to keep you as close to a state of equilibrium as can be achieved against an always changing stimulus, or environment. Perspiration, elevations in breathing and heart rate, losses and gains in body mass, are but some of these wonderful harmony chasing mechanisms at play. Stability is the goal, and an ever-moving one at that. The pound you gained or lost since yesterday may not mean all that much, so bring your thoughts around to the idea that there is a chance your body is according perfectly to its design. You will never twice inhabit the same body. Have this faith.

361: Halving the compass

You must protect it, your perfect compass for reasoning; your divinest essence and private resource of calm everlasting. That fragile light that all manner of outward perils converge upon and threaten to engulf. You must protect it!

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