As If

Perhaps once again, the room itself is the “elephant in the room”. Because we cannot see it, cannot put a finger on it, this Here and Now, so fleeting, continues to require and concern us. It is the screened-in porch open year-round.

Maybe as we sit with our cup of melting ice cubes, wincing from yet another loss at the roulette wheel, we continue to risk everything we own. Hour after hour, we are birds circling a full cylinder of sunflower seeds but never landing, searching for that thing we are looking for but cannot name, that thing we would know if only we saw it, that thing that has moved into our bodies and multiplied in every tissue.

This Forgotten Language

Perhaps while sitting in your chair, you simply disappear. Then what would be the point of remaining occupied, always doing something, obsessed with action, if whatever you had done also disappears; if everything you once started and were currently working on was suddenly finished?

Maybe for just a half-second you are not… and then you are again, and the world continues. Your eyes are open, the flower is there. This forgotten language that surrounds you has wide arms to welcome you. All along, it has been awaiting your attention.

Ingenuity is Equal to the Maze

Perhaps the times when nobody is in the landscape are silent and lonely. Yet there are inconsistencies. It is not that there is nothing to say when there is nobody there to say it. This can go on and on… 

Maybe knowing my craft tells me we are not all brave. We may have to trust ourselves. I have had some expectations, and observed that the vast sky did not hinder those small white clouds from flying, but it is no use trying to look on it as a calling, or to look on it as not a calling. Better to let things come and let things go.