Getting to Nothing
Sometimes it seems that the majority of time effort and energy
is burned getting to nothing

Where “nothing” is the briefest of moments
of balance clarity purity and space

Moments where things are simultaneously
all-caught-up in-progress and pre-planned

These are the transitional segues between
all the things that otherwise occupy

As the obvious can be mistaken for cliché
getting to nothing is the path to middlespace


Look Under The Tiny Little Mirrors I

Maybe Or
Maybe it's reconciliation
or self-reconciliation or
some sort or cosmic
or karmic balancing

Maybe it's a last desperate
gamble to hold onto one last thing
or to tell the story from
a perspective bathed in experience

Maybe it's a seasonal nostalgia
or the cycling of sun and emotion
or just an increasing comprehension
that the days and months and years are shortening

Look Under The Tiny Little Mirrors II


• There are things about me that only I know

Other than secrets and truths there are
beliefs and preferences – affiliations and biases.
Only I know the context and the history.
Only I know the whys.

• There are things about me that only I will know

I know what frights and I know what soothes.
I know the effects of time and proximity.
I know the associations with smell
and the angle of the sun.

• There are things about me no one needs to know

The degree to which shame, embarrassment,
loss and guilt sting is unique to me.
As are pride, arrogance and joy.
Only I know what it is I see.

• There are things about me you should know


Show Time

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i stand by my work


Field Mowing Day Friday
Start again / and stay the same
Mow your fields / it’s not a game
Slide the slide / until the end
Check your text / before you send

Before you know / go check the attic
Clean the records / remove the static
Then we’re back / to building towns
To find your life / call in the hounds

We'll burn it down / down to the dirt
Be careful whom / the ones you hurt
We’ll start anew / we’ll feel the hills
We’ll be the priests / the shrinks the pills

Is it the end / is it the start
Am I the horse / am I the cart
Do your best / to make them smile
You'll be the leader / for a while

Ask the whys / retort with so
Wins are fun / you never know
You get one chance / to make it work
Be a pro / don’t be a jerk


Bridging the divide between the connected and the disconnected

Competing paradigms of connections confusing community and convenience

Deciding the destiny of the strong and determining what defines the weak

The automation of everything from assistance to replacement

The confusion of desire and necessity create the shapes of things to come

That wasn't supposed to happen an evolution is accidental and organic

The dream of the squirrels
Seems the most frightening one
At least three loose in my home

One dead by cat
One dead by me
One still running about

A desperate search for gloves
Subtle but specific detail variation
The long shot attempt to self wake

Tim Yung Ill