Things of Life

I am a forager of some kind, Gather memories As I shuffle the sand...

America is a big opening. So big it may overwhelm. Therefore, when you enter it, you better know who you are, and keep yourself whole. Hold on to every bit of you, so you'll not be pulled into the vortex of the melting pot. Careful not to lose the reins of you when fighting for survival. Opening does not necessarily mean freedom. It means a lack of solid structure, an open field. In it, anything can go. Wherever there is lack of structure, you can do, become, think, feel, anything. Those who know who they are, thrive-- they have structure of their own. Those who don't, are constantly in search for it, and struggle; around them is such a vast field, and they may take the shape of whatever may seem to take shape.  If you've experienced structure somewhere else, does not necessarily mean it's yours, but instead you acquired something by default. You still have to find yourself. The opening is just a place where you can either get lost, or find your most authentic self. The...

This purple onion-- color so bright. Its smell is familiarly pungent, and I no longer think if liking or not. Life can hardly be separated from onions. It seems like there is no cuisine that can go without this fruit of earth. Its flavors... everywhere. In life, we open each other like an onion. Layer by layer, in time. In the middle, we find the most tender, the most vulnerable part of self. The sweetest. It's there, swaddled like an offspring in deepest sleep...