Posts Tagged ‘abstract’
When you close yourself off from the world, you close your understanding of things that it presents to you. For example, your hearing. When you’re wearing headphones and you can’t hear anything outside, the world is empty of sound. There is no real understanding of it, and whatever is said can be manipulated and distorted beyond normal recognition. There is no explanation for the silence, nothing except what we make of it. The same goes for our other senses, each with their own way of understanding the world around us. Each, working together, brings a truly remarkable understanding of one’s self.
The essence of the sun shows us, in the emptiness of space, objects of reflection. It shows us that we exist – one thing looking at the other, the other looking back – an infinite respect and understanding that there is something else out there. Do you see the constant back and forth? This is this because this is this. A rose is a rose is a rose, a trinity Gertrude Stein saw all too well.
But if we were to step away from it with a third-person perspective on all things, we would understand the true experience of life, living on a marble of water and fire and earth and wind, the four elements of life that provide self-awareness on an unmeasurable scale. We are blessed with cognitive thought, and cursed with it’s emotional reactions. Love and hate, the strongest feelings we have, are synonymous. It all depends on your connection to the thing, your attraction, your attention. Why do you hate, why do you love? Reasons for this are hard to explain without emotion, without self-awareness.
Sorry, we’re closed
our voice is heard, angry, closed.
We’re closed to opportunity, running
freely on a track.
Why are you so upset?
Nothing changes standing on your head.
You might as well increase your dexterity
before we open up again.
Think about the better days,
peaceful, lightly windy, dedicated.
Until then sorry, we’re closed.
There were times at the house
all of us, Sarah, Rufus, Milo,
and it would just be so playful
in the back yard.
Hey – stop it. Stop it.
They just love those plants back there.
We could hear them there,
digging holes beneath the tree.
She doesn’t really like the tennis ball anymore.
She’s a real cutey. Come on, Honey.
Come on, time to go home. Come!
Stay. Sit, sit, stay.
It was such a great time hanging out.
Nope! Sit, stay. Good dog.
We’ll see you guys next time,
I’ll tell you about the time she found a truffle.
I cannot forget it,
the oft-repeated message of the Sage.