PEER INTO IT STRANGELY
We are at a crossroads. Or perhaps it is the edge of a precipice. A point where we cannot go further. We find ourselves here, in this locale, and peer into it strangely.. tired, with guard down, aware of time and space… Where it is time to move forward into a completely new understanding of the world. Leaving behind the blasé ‘engaging- in- what- is- wrong’ and f’d beyond recognition..realizing it is just more time spent in the past, in that old thinking. To pass it is to go much more deeply in it, through it, in between its pixels, its illusory space. What is beyond the “noise” is one of these doors looming towards us, piquing the interest, with its ancient riddles silent, and alone- like a nocturnal flower.
An early morning hike up to this alpine lake was rewarded with unusual cloud formations and natural wonder. There was very little wind and the sun was breaking through clouds to the mountains in the East. This is b&w but the color shows more of the clouds. The area was teeming with life. What you’ll have to imagine is the sound of the birds. There were some noisy’ mountain jays and robins and occasional hammer sound of a woodpecker in the distance.
I don’t know what this song is about
It’s only a mood, no words, just pictures
There are no capitals, no punctuation, the words just come down
Onto the paper and then float away
I think it’s a photograph of life, a picture of it
And right now it’s floating high
But its something far away, bigger than life
like a cloud, and I’m trying to draw it in real size
on a tiny piece of paper
It doesn’t even fit in the room so I’ll draw dots around it
And connect them with a song.
I won’t try to write them down
I’m sending them on to another place
A different place to be..
Filed under Fiction, Poetry