but everything really, all shivering life
displays the colors it can’t absorb
cloaked in excess
florid and shimmering spectrum
the past strives to turn toward that sun which is rising in the sky of history.
The silent and subtle leaning of the plant. Toward
Plants convert carbon dioxide into air, absorbing the hot acidic and releasing the fresh and breathy. Process the cool blues of grief and melancholy, the hot reds of rage and struggle. The -ess in Bluess is a suffix appended; a subordinate fastening. Something stuck to the posterior of a word; chewing gum lifted from hot pavement to the seat of one’s pants.
-ess makes the word
(giggling hungry silvery quivers remembering stolid and heavy-sitting)
from Blues to Bluess
Buddhists have a practice called Tonglen.
It is like this: breathe in the texture of claustrophobia. The sensation of all caught up. Breathe out the texture of
or letting go
This is why foliage is so ecstatically green: Non-Absorption
People say “you are what you eat” but this is not all there is to see. When a self-consciousness of viewing exists, absorption is compromised, and theatricality results.
So I am an actress of the source
From anxious to erotic to diffident to hypnotic, we never leave reality but neither do we ever