My journal today

Walking along a dusty road
I notice the mulberries lay,

Holding me would never do,
and time could never erase the stain.

There is the wildness
inside the pain, iridescent
rage for bludgeoning
myself with living memory.


Holding me would never do?
they were only too self-serving
never knowing who I am,
but the bitterness goes away.

My journal today:  

“I ought therefore I can.”

When you were not born into it.  
When there is nothing
but ignorance that echoes all around you.
When you know that something
is not right in your world,
then there is ‘obligation’ to change
and to cause your own opportunities.