Feigning fright
I enjoy the chill
and deep sleep

My mind’s eye will never
lose sight of this

or awaken to a stranger
in a lonely room

© 2014. Dorhora. All rights reserved.



Flirtations (With the Id)

I keep nothing for myself
so unlike Judas and his silver
burning a path for new territory
in his mistress’ realm –
Supermarket aisles
like universal highways (stay on course)
Only take what you may consume –
And ration that lot as well
There is no need for excess
when it leads to destruction
I am no one’s savior
But from this point
I can see for miles…

©Dorhora. All rights reserved.

A Standing Love

To ‘love where one stands’ or love/show affection to another wholly without regard to timing or circumstance, is probably the most selfless act that one human can bestow upon another. It is higher than the art of self-sacrifice and rivals even the all-benevolent nature of empathy. Its origin undetectable and evolution a mystery; this ‘standing love’ adapts easily to its surroundings and gains strength in the most adverse of times. It exists without question or hesitation and can be generated infinitely or as long as existence allows. Once experienced, all other forms of love will fall short of this peculiar incident. This is not a slight to the former but simply a deserved homage to the latter. Therefore, I do not wish you ‘love’ alone, but ‘love where you stand’. No matter your past or present condition(s), I wish you someone waiting in your corner to embrace you fully, and I hope that you will strive to be that someone for another in return. You’re worth it, and so are they. 

 – Dorhora

A Meditation

Broken is as broken does; there is no shame in it, only the rise after the fall. It will quicken you to wholeness and recovery, for it is the furthest thing from pure satisfaction and delight. There is no calm in it; no acceptance, only a blinding desire to gain healing in the shape of unconditional love, a rejuvenated spirit and uninterrupted rest. Brokenness is the first step of transformation, rebirth…you have nothing to fear.

The Magic of Joy

Regarding his job, a friend recently expressed to me that “It’s not work really work if you’re having fun…” Hearing this expression before, I never truly believed in its magic until I saw the joy on my friend’s face as he described his twelve-hour days with the same pleasure that a child recounts awaking on Christmas morning. In that same moment, I was truly happy for him and would honestly wish him nothing else than more work hours in his Christmas stocking. This being said, I now know exactly what I want for Christmas and every single day of the New Year: pure JOY from the everyday. And it doesn’t need to be boxed, wrapped or tied with a bow. I want this present delivered with the early morning sunrise and find me thankful still and ready to give more even after the most trying of days. And as I sleep, I wish to know its warm embrace, satisfying me like the greatest of lovers. Jobs, friends, and love can be but a moment, but joy is forever. I do not know in what form this joy will arrive or when, but it will surely come; and I lift my heart in every direction in wait for the gift that keeps on giving.