"I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with the nonhuman world and somehow survives...Paradox and bedrock."-Edward Abbey

18 June 2012

100 Words; Twilight Tigers

I pulled someone outside to behold the spectacle of the twilight tiger clouds in the fading sunlight. And they spoke of triviality. Stupid things. That, which could be repaired.

And I hissed in the tongues of feral cobras and meditative demons;

"What does it matter? Look at this most beautiful portrait. Enjoy the moment, because it will never come again, no matter how you try."

My lesson was learned or lost. Black or white. Profound truth or a waste of oxygen. It doesn't matter. I watched the twilight tigers fade to shades of Grey, ever so grateful for the moment.


  1. This is a very powerful 100 words post Robbie, and perfectly written too. :)

  2. A shared moment lost--but you were still able to stop, appreciate, see the fleeting beauty. That's a good thing, as are your 100 Words.

    1. Thank you. When you think of it, all we have is a series of moments, if we're lucky.

  3. It sounds beautiful. If you had bothered to pull me outside, I hope I would have appreciated it.

  4. I live for moments like that, they make the difference between existing and truly living