Dreamways

 Vivid images from Brokeback Mountain have been with me the past weeks. Interestingly enough, they appeared before I even saw the movie. I had playing in my head strong and vivid internal movies of being in Colorado mountain scapes with Jake G. / Jack. My soul visited a sweet and fluid interaction with an image of an impish, sensual and easeful Man of Gyllenahall’s visage. A fellow who sees me and loves all that he sees therewith. Wordless ease. A pure fitting together. Embodiment. Like Oren.

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Like as waves make toward the pebbl’d shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forward do contend.
W. S. (sonnet No. 60)

 

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We are well into the first decade of the new millennium. The days, months and years move along with increasing velocity. How is it that neither friction nor gravity slow this movement down?