i’m so grateful to be here,
to be part of the ‘living’ as we know it ...
most of the time world/local/personal politics,
principles, and behaviors wash over me ...
it’s the distraction from my appointed tasks
or irrelevant obstacles
that infuriate (even enrage) me ...
[the news(?), noisy neighbors, blatant stupidity,
banality, so-called conveniences, and the
maintenance of their sustainability, etc ...]
serenity ?
i’ve tasted it - along with transcendence,
duende, and mild forms of bliss ...
being an artist, and working to that end
is what i love most ...
when i’m not living the dream of freedom,
being in the moment, accepting, ...
it’s then i feel like a hornet
caught in the sludge of some
impertinent ooze ...
[some images pertaining to the lithuanian part
of my heritage; ‘a fiercely independent people’,
the ‘land of amber’, ‘dreams of freedom’ as
they gather on the baltic sea at sunset -
(the other part is austrian empire -
you know, the struggling artist/house painter,
and the deaf musician) ] ...
