FilmToDig

https://virtuality.substack.com/p/poets-reach-from-word-to-phrase?sd=pf

A deeper understanding that is always in the shallows in the naming and under the bed swept away with the dust A deepening feeling that you must abide and yet screams are heard deep inside from somewhere, someone A lost time, a lost cause the self that you put aside and dismissed looking for a deeper meaning in the shallow minded story teller's worlds deep with promise of exploding forth wisdom and insight but it was just the everyday deep that can't be belittled unless it's convenient for the leadership to deeply disgrace one who sees through, and hears and names who was lost and listens for them in the wind, digs into the soil and hears in the silent deep the deepening suspicion that you can see it but you can't think it and you can hear it but you can't remember it and you certainly can't interfere or save anyone they won't hear you or look the deepening chasm between those who look for a return to the outer and want to go back on those ever deepening commitments they turned from promise into a deep distrust for yourself and really that is because you were overwritten with the persona that another grew you fertilized it as it took roots but deep inside you didn't know if this would really grow from you our would it consume you would it rend memories and spirogyra them into compartmentalized clusters of snubbed negativity Alone you came and alone you took the bus and the train, the plane to broaden the distance and climb out of the deep and someone was half way down you had been going deeper and left your best self waiting and wondering, yelling for you was it your inner truth, child - your ancestors and family was it your regrets and despondency at the short time you had given yourself to progress through to the deepest or was it just a song of deepening and in the shallows you looked where you were never going to really find yourself or your unself, or your contentment.

There are many years of experience and thought built into this.

Sure, happy to follow someone who makes their own posts

I’ve been having a lot of thoughts about art and writing this is also about Dall-e images like this one

Supichaya golden light

Spent days writing this

Making cured meats is kind of an unexpected part of life that I’ve found myself immersed in.

A poem with various creations - also a bit like a sci-fi plot to it.

Grumpy Monk travels inward, outward and into the trees

https://virtuality.substack.com/p/the-tale-of-the-captured