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Astonishment was my first love
The common expression tends to name music. This inner pendulum is propelled slowly, steadily, strongly, with intensity. So much that I find the swing much stronger than what the I can account for. Being is a wonder. Especially in conversation. Let us converse The Love Series I —- Astonishment was my first love
Love is out of our control
It is for this reason that for years I have avoided defining it, or, at least have refused to see it within the commonly given personified contexts. I can no longer trust societal and human habits of conceptualizing surroundings, and existence, as we succumb to language and communication by the use of single words as… Continue reading Love is out of our control
Music versus Life
I remember very little of my childhood I can’t recall my parents ever touching meneither to caress, nor to punishI did not know anything about lovetenderness, contact, intimacy, warmthOnly through music did I have a chance to show my feelingsSometimes, when I lie awake at nightI wonder wether I have lived at allIs it the… Continue reading Music versus Life
truth be thought
If we can agree that counting our current year makes reference to a much longer human presence and being than two-thousand and twenty-two cyclesIf we can agree that we retain all we have been — be it by reading about it, by being it, or bothwhy hunger for a truth?If we can agree to have… Continue reading truth be thought
If a point is reached in understanding that blueberries are more than blue, and certainly more than berries
what is food? what is fruit, actually? and how much does the animal understand? how much does the noble understand?
Belief vs. Knowlege
which is more dangerous?
Ornament; Breath
which is life?
A lesson on choosing lessons
The flower beauty of the catalpa tree is very short-lived. Shiny cherry-like, nut-like buds come to shine, just before the popcorn-like blossoms are popped, exposing within a couple of days the inner side of the previously inwardly folded petals. Once the flower opens up, one can clearly understand by the shape of the petals, why… Continue reading A lesson on choosing lessons
Men cry not
— where to with the negated tears?
If there were no view of a god amongst any of us for the last two millennia
… who would we thank, depend upon, question?
When observing life objectively, there is no urgency
Considering that a boy called Jesus was sent onto our species after a very long time — millions, is said — and two millennia proceeded his birth, already that the prophet Mohamed was revealed around the same timeand that millions of believers for thousands of years are still awaiting the MessiahWhat is the urgency, really?
Two sides of being vane
Dozens over dozens of postings appear around May and June every year, not because they are necessarily posted at this point but because hundreds over hundreds of individuals may be searching for guidance, as they embark on their first tries at making any of those macerated spirits containing green walnuts. And in all these postings,… Continue reading Two sides of being vane
Asking the civilized
In a culture which welcomes gratuities, the meaning of welcome must be questioned
The Artist
In society — of the animal, of the spirit, of culture — amongst all its members, the artist is one of the few working daily with the raw beauty and raw challenge of being in life, while inspired to digest, express, and share it.
Life in shoes (or life and shoes)
uncomfortable shoes need be set aside -- the uncomfortable life propels life
Beauty has become a question
Broccoli on a silver platter / Sigma DP2 Merrill
On Truth
Truth is on the carpet, and under the carpet, and in the vacuum cleaner's bag. Truth is not in my head -- unless questions are the truth.
Occurrences in the Self of an auto-portrait
One may utter a long list or a single point, when asked about the essence of the self, or about the naked self, or the projection of self. And, just like in singing and speaking one hears not what the room acoustically gives but rather how one owns body lets one hear, one may ask… Continue reading Occurrences in the Self of an auto-portrait
When a reflection descends
where does it settle down? Onto the realm of cognition? Around the heart? Does it settle with memories of greatness? Does it settle with questions on why we have done the wrong we have? When we float in reflection where does the memory go?Towards affirmation or into questions?
Sila Blume 