Where Do You See Yourself in Three Years?

There are things that happen in a a day that serendipitously become tied together. Today two such things happened. I was asked when I see myself in three year. Later on, I hear the poem Widening Circles by Rainer Maria Rilke.
 
At this point of transition in my life, I'm not quite sure where I'll be in three years. I'm not freaking out either. I am left asking myself: 'am I a falcon, a storm, or a great song?'. I know that whatever task I'm called to, I'll invest my energies in that. I'm not sure what exactly is on the horizon, but I'm pretty excited for the endless possibilities! At this moment in my life I have created a clearing to fill with remarkable things. Stay tuned for updates!! In the meantime listen to the poem.

I live my life in widening circles
that reach out across the world.
I may not complete this last one
but I give myself to it.
I circle around God, around the primordial tower.
I've been circling for thousands of years
and I still don't know: am I a falcon,
a storm, or a great song?
Book of Hours, I 2

My Heart Slams

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"You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles white. I don’t need a god. I have you and your beautiful mouth, your hands holding onto me, the nails leaving unfelt wounds, your hot breath on my neck. The taste of your saliva. The darkness is ours. The nights belong to us.

Everything we do is secret. Nothing we do will ever be understood; we will be feared and kept well away from. It will be the stuff of legend, endless discussion and limitless inspiration for the brave of heart. It’s you and me in this room, on this floor. Beyond life, beyond morality. We are gleaming animals painted in moonlit sweat glow. Our eyes turn to jewels and everything we do is an example of spontaneous perfection.

I have been waiting all my life to be with you. My heart slams against my ribs when I think of the slaughtered nights I spent all over the world waiting to feel your touch. The time I annihilated while I waited like a man doing a life sentence. Now you’re here and everything we touch explodes, bursts into bloom or burns to ash. History atomizes and negates itself with our every shared breath. I need you like life needs life. I want you bad like a natural disaster. You are all I see. You are the only one I want to know."

Henry Rollins

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"If You Forget Me"

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