Silence?

The Running Tap.

Water rushing from a spout or feet, it's splashes and gurgles, continuous and constant but never losing the refreshing vitality of it's life giving essence. The happening pushes aside all deterioration, all degeneration the more the water falls the more the existence of life fills the mind with memories of the way the body breaths shifts and waits before shifting position again. Minutes later and the process of apprehender and apprehended is still continuing there is no obstruction to this PEACE.

A Condor Hunting.

At first appearance in the sky the animal in flight appears to hover, sporadically lifting itself into the air directly overhead, not leaving it's position, seeking to gain height in any distress or avoiding falling lower to the ground. Simply, being with the matrix and medium in which it's soul was born. The silence is pertinent to it's freedom and beauty, the Condor in flight.

A Running Stream.

A stream flows constantly from dawn through the day to afternoon evening and eventually all through the night. Looking at this event thsi9 moment in time the mind separates in all directions looking for it's source it's pats and milestones it's surges and troughs and it's end. The stream flows on, it is part of and party to it's surrounding nature and life. From that life comes an enclosing peace and solitude the sibling and child of the water, while the water in the stream itself remains so pure and so naturally a part of the universe and it's subsequent life my soul yearns for it to flow, to flow on and remain in motion through meadow and forest and never to finish and never to return.

A Scared Lion.

The lion approaches the heard of elephants. It stalks slowly around the congregation, circling like there is a finality just around the corner, observing life, sketching it in it's need and pinpointing the moment of it's finality. The elephants stare, they never forget. They understand time and with it they understand their own motion and gaite.

A Cigarette in an Ashtray.

The gentleman finishes his meal stands, takes a drag and then leaves the last tip of his cigarette in the ashtray. The ashtray holds the event, an event of combustion, man's wealth, excess and to some excuse the evidence of him abusing himself. The man is no longer there, and so is no other, to bear witness to this abuse and so the excess trickles upwards into the stuffy cafe air, where the wealth of it's quality breaths comfort in to the minds of this hustling bustling busy New York cafe.

The Owl in Stillness.

The Owl plants itself like a falling feather on the post of a gate. It's settling does not search for balance but balance rectifies the Owls location in the scene. The scene becomes a situation a bird of preys lookout post. It's attention shifts from grandeur to place and simple being. It settles and yet from one moment to the next it's attention shifts, observing without search, looking without effort. The stillness remains, a quietness which holds bravery. What does the owl think? Or perhaps it's purpose is to not...

The Spirit.

I sit in silence. Thoughts appear separated and bizarre. My image of myself is exhausted and lonely, dry, un-satiated and there is a wisp of confusion. The wisp has spirit. The spirit is a yearning not quite understood but consistently apparent, it is a yearning to be elsewhere. There is a presence which observes the spirit but it is this very presence which yearns to be elsewhere also, juxtaposed to the feeling,wish and fantasy and held prisoner to their non understanding of each other. however the confusion causes a decision. A decision to apply the situation to purpose, to suffer to be rid of suffering and turn this existentialism on it's head.

Doing is living, you may want more so..? The spirit will always be. Why go back?

The Birth of a New Child.

Sleep child is love and love, to all, essentially is sex.

Love your clothes and go to sleep, safe and warm.

Lazer at a Rave.

New Year, the festival crowd of a rave moves and flows pushing and pulling heaving and supporting it's individuals from one to the other, a shared joy and youth as well as love and passion. The music is only felt but it's tones, tempo, beats and rhythm is punched back at itself and the atmosphere around crowd. There is an intensity of health and vitality that only the human species possesses and peoples most bright and common feelings and awareness of the world and it's inhabitants is shared. The day to the night to the morning lives and breathes in the memories of the crowd long after their youth has fled them.

SILENCE

What follows silence is a happening, cause and effect, the beauty of it and it's growth,

Apprehended by the stagnation of echoes and our distance, the one, the two, the both.