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  • 2002Aug26

    2002Aug26

    That same insane craziness resounding throughout my being. What meaningful chaos. Hikah catches my attention with a solidity that shows me surrender in my heart. I think I’m falling in love with her even as my grasp on the fantasy of Leticia is wrenched loose. What pure passion manifest! Unrealized with Leticia and growing with Hikah!!! How little free choice there is as we surrender to our feelings. Is Hikah a fantasy too?

    August 26, 2002
  • 2002Jul25

    2002Jul25

    Not to slip into a world of decadence but of fulfillment, rather, release – satisfaction is a shy self-indulgence as if traveling by train in a life with an infinite amount of time

    July 25, 2002
  • 2002Jul06 (Poem)

    2002Jul06 (Poem)

    Fluttering discordant rapidity
    Before my eyes a blur
    Memories and visions of the future
    Are the same static
    Repetitive sounds
    Random rhythmic events
    Separated only by confusion
    Understanding virtue
    And a butterfly
    Moving up and down

    My shakti loves another
    As do I – all others in fact
    The core of my heart, the center of my being
    Belongs to her
    Although I am betrothed to the world
    I, fatefully, am my own maker
    Like her
    Each new moment
    And I pray for the fortune
    To blissfully reflect in her presence again.
    Please God, relieve this heartbreak.

    July 6, 2002
  • 2002Jun25

    2002Jun25

    What is on the edge of being possible is most spectacular.

    June 25, 2002
  • 2002Jun24 (Poem)

    2002Jun24 (Poem)

    [in margin, note – frame one]

    Bordas De Hielo, Cesar Vallejo

    [bracketed – frame two]

    Tears
    Are pearls
    Flowing as if
    Flowering
    In a succession
    Of spheres
    Echoed and reflected
    In a cavern
    Filled with the
    Darkness that exists
    Between water and ice

    [boxed – frame three]

    Is there passion in the stillness left behind by movement?

    June 24, 2002
  • 2002Jun23 (Poem)

    2002Jun23 (Poem)

    Critical diffusion
    Confused inside
    An ill mind
    Definition
    Becoming in question
    Thoughtless rogue
    Like one strand of a rope
    Hanging from the brain
    Tied to a brick
    Motion
    Emotion
    Still falling
    Almost hitting ground
    My anxiety
    I don’t own
    And my soul is a fool
    Locked in a room
    Sitting on a throne
    While my heart bleeds to death.

    June 23, 2002
  • 2002Jun06

    2002Jun06
    Mushrooms

    What new thing could I see in the cards or in my head that would be comparable to that which I have already seen.

    My heart aches for you.

    [from previous page, no date]

    Where they can easily forget their pain.

    Slippery words are like stone puppets at a Sunday matinee.

    Diplomat

    To be centered and aware
    Balanced, independent, and free.

    June 6, 2002
  • 2002May13

    2002May13

    Mt thoughts are of Leticia today. It’s been almost a year now that I’ve been thinking of her everyday. I haven’t spoken with her since Thursday – my heart aches! – and my whole day is engulfed with yearning I’ll call her this afternoon – it’s all I can think about. I just want to be with her. There is no cause for loneliness here in Humboldt. I know so many people I can’t even leave my house if I’m looking for solitude. And yet my spirit feels isolated, three thousand miles distant from the source of her love. I am undeniably in love with her, my shakti. My feelings of inadequacy are challenged by my need, rather, my desire to be everything for her. And I miss Alina… children grow so fast and I fins it unfathomable (unthinkable!!!) and apparent that each day without her is a loss. I want so much to be an important part of their lives. What can I do but await an invitation? Now that we speak regularly I feel this will reach a resolve. I cannot imagine what will happen if I find I am unwanted. I’m afraid it would kill me as I am prone to self-destruction as it is. There is no shortage of single, attractive women here in Humboldt. Every week I meet four or five women I could have if I wanted them – beautiful women; writers, artists, travelers – lonely and looking. Still I have not met anyone as beautiful as Leticia. I pray to God that she is my destiny or I may be forever alone. Oh how my heart bleeds!!! I hope it is not the death of me. There is nothing worse than the misery of unrequited love. Dear God, save me.

    May 13, 2002
  • 2002May09

    2002May09
    Thursday
    [wrong date in journal]

    What an interesting world this is! I haven’t been writing recently, so I’m not sure where to start… here, I guess. Should I waste this energy on expulsing the angst I have toward the injustices of the world? Dawn is back (bitch!!!), after stealing from me and, as well, I got ripped off by a mechanic (I thought he was a mechanic), and someone I thought was a friend now refuses to pay the $300 he owes me. I suppose my thoughts are all about how I will facilitate my material reality hereforth. Firstly, I’m thinking about money. The truth is, I need money – maybe not as much as when I was in D.C., but nevertheless. If I had money I would not be so dependant on other people, but where does money come from if not from people. The irony is that here people would rather buy produce from you rather than
    [cut off, unended]

    May 9, 2002
  • 2002May06

    2002May06
    3:30am

    At last, the most beautiful woman in the world has called me, lifted my spirit from self-pity, and has given me hope as always.

    May 6, 2002
  • 2002May01

    2002May~~
    [between May13 and May30]

    To be enlightened is to touch the world and watch it ripple. It is not that we have anything. It’s that we know we don’t have it. It is splendid. Nothing is absolutely exhilarating. Nothing really is everything. We hear and see and feel in endless variations. That’s all.
    The secret to life is that we choose it. And the path we walk goes wherever we want. Those who meet along the road are destined. Those who walk together share a fate of bliss

    May 1, 2002
  • 2002Apr02

    2002Apr02

    The blue collar people of today, at the age of 30, are in worse shape than I. They have suffered more, had everything and lost it, changed careers three times, been institutionalized for attempted suicide, drugs, insanity or crime and now they write new-age, self-help books.

    [from a later page, may be Apr12]

    Leticia called me today and my heart breathes.

    April 2, 2002
  • 2002Mar29

    2002Mar29

    I have survived a trial by fire… and the jury is just returning. Faith is not compromise (Samuel conversation).

    March 29, 2002
  • 2002Mar28

    2002Mar28

    I have a tremendous ability to detach… and also to concentrate.

    March 28, 2002
  • 2002Mar26

    2002Mar26

    So, my predicament is this: I am undeniably in love with Leticia. Though I have forced myself to embark on new relationships, my heart is not in it. I only want Leticia…. And my loneliness is destroying my motivation to live. I have choice in life, but

    March 26, 2002
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