1 december 2000

 

crouching tiger, pouncing shellito

 

Soon, in just a few days actually, Crouching Tiger and Hidden Dragon will be released in the States. For those who enjoy Chinese movies, you already know this is the biggest thing since Stormriders was released. By all accounts, from the visuals to the cast to the talent behind the screen, Crouching Tiger and Hidden Dragon appears to be poised to absolutely stunning; well beyond anything that the Chinese have brought to our shores before.

I am stoked.

Things are as they are. My transmission on my car broke, but i have my motorcycle. In another life, i might be fraught with anxiety as i contemplated the financial damage of fixing the transmission. And maybe it's a sign of who i am now, as created by age or the age of experience, but i'm finding that it's simply life and it'll only cost me money.

I am enjoying riding the bike to and from work these days. The skies are mostly clear and the mornings are nice and cold. Not too cold to be frigid, but certainly cold enough to... invigorate. Brisk, even. At any rate, it's been simply wonderful to just ride under the burgeoning sky, slivers of light peering over the horizon and kissing the canopy of deepening green and brown that are the trees. The canvas of leaves rolls and flows and drift over hill and through valley all wrapped in a blanket of blue. Ribbons of fog lift where Bull Creek slices through the rock. The air is cold on me; i cannot feel my neck anymore because it's the only part of me that's exposed to the wind. I'm having to blink because my eyes are watering from the dry air and my hands are going numb.

I could ride like this all day long.

 

 

4 december 2000

 

the memory of breath

 

There was a time when flesh bonded to flesh bonded to sweat bonded to the deepest rooted place within two people that was far greater than either of them. A stare, the rhythm of breathing, hands pressed to body, the taste of the sweetest kiss, hair sliding between fingers, the release, the celebration of life and of love.

And in that moment after two had become one, i would take a breath... the first breath of my life. My eyes burned, my body tingled; iwas filled with awareness, filled with wonder and awe and i knew what it was like to be fulfilled... complete.

Lo those days are gone; the sands of time have carved into places i have long forgotten. The cloak of winter, the shroud of night; the memory of flame and desire and burning that forged flesh beyond flesh, spirit into body, body into spirit and passion into the foundry that made me more than i had ever been.

And now... now i have forgotten how to breath.