the write-hand path


May 11 by The Running Son

the write-hand path

“Your hands in (-your) motion.”
writing or working,
hands are the wrong and right notes we make.
they note things that were left,
like constructions grown over

and surrenders in the fight for love.
and endings that begin to make sense,
hands work in non-mutually conscious unity
folded around crafts, and lives that have cracked,
and they force natural care with nimble touches and even laughs

to ease the wear of lifes weathering
way of making its past dull it’s present charm.
the left hand forces writing over to the non-receptive right
and self love sends love through others self loving hearts
exsisting outside of time. but futures dont open at 8:30 do they, or 9.

let go of participating.
now participate in the letting go of things
that make you dream too hard.
There are many, but the one thing hands teach us is to come together.
unite like fingers from the hands of a love who is very far

not touching, but somehow still intertwined.



by jim aldrich




20 thoughts on “the write-hand path

  1. Reblogged this on The RunningFather Blog and commented:


  2. It’s really beautiful.

    • thanks dear. came out as is, inspired by a little gravatar with a funny little picture, that portal’d to a blog even more enigmatic… but full of dreams and true things. So i borrowed a truth, and multiplied it. the one into the many. see?

      EDIT afterthought the fishes and loaves parable. a lesson in when to stay or go… write or wait for inspiration to flo…. wow

      hehe. prompts r cool. 😉


      • I don’t know who the gravatar was but wow, this is really beautiful

        • I dont know either. but enigma has a new name encased in a b&w gravatar and a bi-language blog wrapped up in 1 enigmatic human in…syria? i think.

          • well however it is, the influence or inspiration, tell them thanks for me. I loved what you wrote.

            • will. did already. sort of..

            • Sort of – Am lost. In any case, it’s beautiful, I’ve read it a couple of times or so (blush) already. Watching for what comes next. (smile)

            • if u want a straight explanation i’ll do it anytime. but there will be time for that. it has to do with a bunch of difficult philosophical wranglings, but I am getting to where I understand this a bit better, and can put into words a bit better every day.

              its a good thing. bi-polar disorder (or whatever) splits a personality. a person. like the one and the many (a philosophicky sticky mess) or Jekyll V hyde (hide?) or like a blog with 2 sides. or a comment in real time, delayed by miles. see? or between waiting for poetic inspiration, or just gooooing. it takes both forcing our dreams And “letting go” of our forcing and controlling ways (both for ourselves [the 1] and toward controlling others [the many]).

              Love unites ALL.

              Love is the answer to the one vs the many. love and the figure 8 numeric symbol.

              some speculation here, and lets face it. I have 0 education years. And no resume to prove it. but if something starts 2 make sense, I think we all need to hear a little “sensibility” for a change. i know i do. and my attitude is now, if i dont hear it from the many, id (love to be) one1.

              hehe chew on that b. 😉

              (Edit: jane austens sense and sensibility… 2 daughters united by lost and found loves and 2 expressions of character, by mutual love unified into 1?…. u tell me)

            • I love that story. I have her work here. Like minds…
              Yes, if it makes sense, run with it

            • answers seem (2) be everywhere if any(1) will (0)nly look.



            • Ah, but we sighted are often the most blind

            • yup. head in the st*rs and ( crescent moonlight blinding us..


            • I think you just walked me into a poem…hhhmmm
              responded btw re inspiration for poetry

            • ps…I was aware of your absence today…missed my writing inspiration…

            • hop over and get it if i’m not there… still on for comment tagging, but i was “prompted” and haaaaaad to follow the rabit down the rabbit trail, and down the rabbit hole. 😉

            • hope it was fun (smile)

            • it began fun belinda and turned into illuminating

            • Exactly as it should be (smile)

          • but thank u belinda. i forgot to say
            jeesh. wheres my mind?

            😉 hehe

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