an insatiable curiosity

this planetary alignment

I try not to put too much stock into astrology.. without a basis in scientific evidence, it all boils down to speculation and feeling, a sometimes seemingly futile attempt to paint a person’s future or history o personality according to connect-the-dots of stars…

(but let me just say)

there are 5 planets, as well as the sun, aligned with Pisces for the Month of March. it won’t happen again for decades, quite literally.

and honestly, prior to knowing this, my intuition has been more spot on than at any point. my perceptions of other people, of anticipating actions or things that happen, has been consistently validated. I have been creating, writing, dreaming with a rediscovered ferocity… I have been more motivated to manifest my future than ever before.

and, if it’s written in the stars that now is the opportune moment to cultivate my desires, to plant the seeds of my dreams, it can’t do any harm to try, to believe in that.

well, fellow Pisces, we’ve go two weeks to harness the power of this special planetary alignment. and anyway, if the moon can pull the tides just so, who’s to say the planets have no power over our own inner tides?

and especially, all should take advantage of the most powerful new moon of the year.. March 11. and be weary at the month’s end full moon…

call me crazy. I don’t mind.
Goodnight

— (mkb)

(I suppose I’m a fool to be worried that)
this much happiness might be a sin.
I’m feeling so blessed lately.

I’ve got to let go and just enjoy it in all it’s transient glory.



 

there may be no spring blossoms of yet,

and it’s sure you can see your breath in the air
but he’s broken my ice

and there’s a sprouting from my heart
tiny, delicate, and beautiful all the same

who says it need be spring for the butterflies to appear?



shuckssss.
— mkb,2012

“two”

who are you to say that
a universe can reside within four walls?
I cannot thrive inside iron bars

to live each moment embracing a thought
not born from my own
what is being, when being becomes restricted by those before me
who accepted only what was given?
I want to shed my own luxuries

with eyes that are indifferent to the color of this room.
I won’t be confined to a world where I am
inevitably to be consumed by the subtle dust that permeates the air
how do you breathe?
when I am suffocated by what has been

it’s the promise of what could
and will be
that is the air that sustains me.


— mkb&trj,2008

good morning, ocean

July 30th 830ish am

This morning is clean. The colors are mellow and pure. I am feeling so blessed to be where I am right now, with beautiful souls who all have so much to teach and offer the world. We were having such enlivening conversations last night. How do you make people care more? How do you get them to listen? & once they do, what’s the most important thing you can tell them? 

prophetic

not thinking about you
makes me think about you.

and so I spend the evening unthinking those thoughts
and so dream of you.

speaking of you
I should’ve known
from my doorstep to my bed
writing about you.

it’s always been you,
I should’ve known.


- (just now,) mkb

“pieces of rainbows”

I imagine a tall wall and you and everything associated with you / everything you’ve touched and your words and music / all the things that kept me loving you and all the reasons I knew I shouldn’t / all of that / and my sparkling eyes, and my thirsty ears, my wanderlust fingertips, they are behind that wall along with you / and I close my eyes and open, the wall is complete and impenetrable and has shielded me from everything that ever was you / and I touch it, I exhale ever so slightly in relief slowly, in safety

And the wall shatters reflecting rainbows and my breath was the hammer

and where there was just a wall is now nothing / there is nothing behind it and there never was and there is only empty space and there is only what is / and what was, wasn’t / only what should be and is.



- mkb,2011.

“ode to my math class window.”

I live my life in a state of never ending perplexity…finding my eyes wide to drink in the endless sky puzzle mystery.The veins of the oak trees leaves akin to my own,the fragile broken life a baby bird whose never flown

squeezes my heart as the

winds reassuring breath swims between my cells,wondering about my wonderment.the sun spills rose lavender daffodils petals across a translucent liquid mattress,my soul drowns in gentle fleeting peace.The mother of life is indifferent to her children,the apathetic moon paints romantic silhouettes,and each without concern to beauty marked or emotions inspired…


- mkb,2010 

in a moment, feb 13 2010

The fire popped and burned my jeans, and on second warning ate through my hair. The sun looks sleepy and lazy, glowing through a silver pearl haze. I love looking at these trees, fuzzy moss covered limbs that seem as if they walked on roots right out of doctor suess. They’ve got no leaves, but enrobed in that lush lime fur they are youthful.

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I worry,(and probably not as often as I should)

that this life will swallow us whole.like a quiet tempest as we’re sleeping,it’ll pour under the crack of our front door and take us all unconcious down it’s dark gullet.but humans brave storms far worse than this all the time,without thought without regard to the wonder of their survival.I’m just sitting here trying to figure out how the hell they all do it.people with far less than we are blessed with have braved far worse situations,and with much more grace.

but jesus who am I to say that we could be doing better?who am I to say that things are at their worst?brown skinned angels of island tongues have swooped in,reminding us that with laughter comes light,and that to hold each others hands is to heal..

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