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Dilettante's Diary: the internal dialogue of a hedonist bluestocking.

I am a dilettante. I know quite a bit about a lot of things, but I don't know enough to be an expert on anything. I have a very sensual, hedonistic nature, but I am also a thinker, and I aim one day to be worthy of the label 'bluestocking', despite its pejorative connotations.

This is my journal, which, delightfully enough, doesn't have to go wherever I go, but is accessible from nearly everywhere I am.

Thursday, January 20, 2005

I am reborn (poem)

I am reborn.
Dawn touches the sky again,
bestowing numinous silence
upon lips kissed
by illuminating sensation.
Intuitions clear as morning
trembling wisdom,
revealed life,
simple being,
I Am.

I Am
this tender kiss,
sun-spawned, rippled,
eternal moments of bliss
suspended mindfulness,
self-awareness gone,
nothing remaining.
Not here, but there,
where sky emboldens
to blue breathlessness
and breathes again,
I Am.

I Am
love's golden sun-kiss,
reclaimed and whole,
bathed in two pools
dripping naked, exposed,
dreamy and dreamless.
Sudden insight,
infinite motionless moment
of undeniable knowing:
I am reborn.

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