take my hand and climb with me…

one hundred and twenty four degrees: ‘like a hurricane…’

 Anthem ~ Filo & Peri (featuring Eric Lumiere)

one hundred and twenty four

Coral, skies. Heat struck, heart. Dreams, of flight. And freedom. Modern day, serenade. One question, burning. High voltage, leaps. The distance, between. Us.

I offer you, this:

Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it’s cracked up to be.
That’s why people are so cynical about it. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for and risking everything for.
And the trouble is, if you don’t risk everything, you risk even more.

      ~ Erica Jong


The risk of loving you…

3 comments on “one hundred and twenty four degrees: ‘like a hurricane…’

  1. seanbidd
    February 2, 2013

    As I read each of your posts here, I am finding myself reading the title, then just listening to the photo while inhaling the lyrics and music of the chosen theme song accompaniment. All the while exhaling your shaped and spoken words beneath the nature of imagery, to but ponder then upon each small closing few syllables of momentary thoughts.

    As I exhale your words, ‘High voltage, leaps’, I fall into the metaphoric relationships between high and low voltage. Of where low voltage with take hold of you and shake you until you are no more. Where as high voltage will light a fire within, launching you free to love life as you choose to live, as it understands freedoms beyond itself. That may make a little sense or it might not.

    Hope the night sky drifts well in SA tonight, as does the blue sky wakes abundant here, Sean

    • circulartree
      February 4, 2013

      YAY!! Yes! That’s the *whole* idea… and I love your Tom Robbin’s take on it! I do like playing within the miniature of meaning, breaking the flow with the gap of a gasp, creating distance between words so they can briefly stand alone. And take on another meaning…

      The high voltage? Yup, that’s the analogy the analogy nailed to an iron rod and shoved into an plug socket. Low voltage, like a flat line. A relationship, but barely breathing. Death by boredom, slow and long and torturous. Had a handful of these, felt as if my soul was dying (you should have heard my soundtracks then!!) As for the high octane, full throttle variety. One. Wild as a bushfire and causing about as much damage. But. Although that furnace burned to ash, I’ll keep chasing fire for I know this is the intensity which which I burn. Love. Truth. And freedom. Electricity courses through these three.

      To sense. And non-sense. Awake. And dreaming. Much love from the sheep farm and gratitude for your insight, Bx

      • seanbidd
        February 5, 2013

        Words, like nomadic tribes, transient in their travels and meanings, with contrasts as deep and full of flight, as the troughs and crests in the waves of the sea caught upon a tempest.

        Boredom and terminal velocity, such extremes to the spectrum of relationships, no one can say you have not lived a life wrapped in its varying adventures. What if I added to; Love. Truth. Freedom. that; Air. Earth. Fire. Water. all carry intense, extreme aspects to their existence at each gasp and Electricity flows through all… I think that just went in one big circle…

        Much appreciation in your words from a land of rivers, Sean

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