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language of flowers

You generate in me the forces of light needed to curl me open come springtime. To curl me open. To curl me. You generate in me the forces of springtime.

I fade only so I can bloom again and rise in ecstasy in its own time. In its own time, I rise again in ecstasy. In its own time, it happens.

My curves move, my sepals elongate so I can bloom like a rose, a kalanchoe, a morning glory, and a night-blooming flower towards the source of your light. So I can bloom. So I can bloom dynamically despite my incoherent cries.

All desires distilled into three boundless desires. Life, Flowers, and Beauty. To pour forth desire. To pour forth. To pour forth by natural process, desire. Desire that does not curl in but curls out so they will not notice me but notice you who holds and upholds me. My calyx. A fragrant strong path. An impetus for perfect phototropism, expanding acts of poetry, remodernism, and lyrical expressions. And impetus for devine directional growth.

The imperfections, I see. I see the beauty. I see the beauty in the imperfections. There, is the light. The light that shines into me that becomes me. So I become a new way of seeing. I become a new way of becoming, a new language. A language of flowers. A language of light.

I fade only so I can bloom again and rise in ecstasy in its own time. In its own time, I rise again in ecstasy. In its own time, it happens. All flowers will dance, all pedals will bloom, all sepals elongate and rise. In its own time, it happens.

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going off-track …

“Sometimes I think that we could all benefit by returning to that state of naive innocence

when we didn’t know any better as artists/writers/musicians.”

~ @Skinnyartist ~


There are moments when I do not feel like doing the usual. I want to forget my to do list and go off-track. I love these fabulous off-track moments in what I call: endless possibilities in creative goofiness. They are left over ingredients from my childhood when I would lock myself up in my room and just experiment.

I do not have much time for my experiments anymore. And frankly, my challenge is to keep a certain amount of focus in my artistic life. But it does so happen that at night time I still sometimes feel this urge to learn something new and be experimental. It’s just like when I was a kid in a world that went dark and quiet. The stillness made room for new sorts of sounds when nobody else was around.

Here then two of my off-track experimental moments. The first one, Undercover, was made when I was sitting in front of my computer at around mid-night playing around with Garageband.

Pendulum, the second one, was made at the height of a concussion in 2009. I had injured myself twice in a matter of a few months and for more than eight months I suffered from severe head pains as well as numbness and tinglings in my hands, arms, and limbs. On my off nights, I spent hours just lying on the floor trying to cope with my physical pain and exhaustion.  In one of those unbearable moments I decided to distract myself by taking my camcorder and film some of my body movements on the floor, which I later learned to edit in iMovie. I looked paler and sicker than a vampire, so sorry I kept the lighting nice and dark.

I do not take my experiments very seriously. However, after reading this colourful post ‘A Return To Innocence’ by Drew @Skinnyartist, I made a shift in perception and consider now some of my off-track moments as equally important as my on-track moments. So, this is my reason for blogging now some of them. Hope you enjoy my tiny kaleidoscopic experiences.