Peter M. Hunt's Blog, page 15

The enchantment of miracles

Backscattered morning darkness, barren in radiant glow, languishes resonant in emotive meaning. Dawn breaks, dispelling the night calm under the hypnosis of the sun. Eyes sparkle in abstinent wonder, cleared and vibrant, free of conspiratorial pettiness, wallowing beyond sensibility into the enchantment of miracles.

Ego’s dark eye

To walk in the fullness of morning, absent the forgiveness of knowing, lightens the earthly burden. Watch from a distance for ego’s dark eye, peeking from behind the carefully hewed stone, lurking beside mischievous demons of triviality.

“I see you,” Eyes meet and distraction fades, wind-scattered and powerless.

 The chilled air beckons as nature returns in blurred ecstasy, whimsical in the predestination of quiet wonder.

Power

Consent to a buried potential, veiled by a promise of man, beyond the shadow-snags of reason, unbelieving in the flush-joy of harmony’s spell.

Departure

Memory runs more clearly entrusting life’s course absent a navigator’s guide. The spirit’s exodus belies a true departure, for that which was once one is forever the same. Words never said now rest easy in their space: “Curiosity to all, and to all a good night.”

Curiosity

Curiosity defines a person through life’s quirky rhythm, raising questions never sought and offering insight to that wonderous core of humanity called intuition.

Just imagine

The surgery’s simple goal of replacing two failing Deep Brain Stimulation (DBS) batteries with a single rechargeable design does not do the procedure justice. Nearly five years with the original twin pulse generators had suckered me into a feeling of relative normalcy. That is, until the failing battery implanted in the left side of my chest dropped below a voltage threshold of criticality, reinvigorating Parkinson’s symptoms barely felt for half a decade. 

Feeling like a frustrated bystander...

Hope & regret

Locked in imaginary times without space, hope and regret bracket free consciousness as bookends of limitation. Look beyond these self-induced manifestations of confinement, look inward to the world of thoughtless encounter, recognizing with surity the truth in being.

Forward

To cast one’s spell to the was, to what was never in alchemy’s reversion, condemns the soul to a fading netherworld bereft anticipation, disappointment, and joy.

A most curious cadence

Lithium batteries have a notoriously sharp drop-off rate toward the end of their charge, so it should not have surprised me when my Deep Brain Stimulation (DBS) system’s left battery voltage—which affects the left side of my brain and right half of my body—fell off precipitously approaching the five year mark since hardware installation. Still, despite knowing that the higher draw left battery would be the first to fail, I was caught flat-footed.

With some creative schedule massage by the Nur...

Tidal flow

So rich a picture, a life of emotional adventure, facing ebb and flood with courage and surrender.