beyond ideas

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Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, 

there is a field. I'll meet you there. (Rumi)

trying out the watercolors from Nan - -

I saw Eternity the other night
Like a great ring of pure and endless light.
All calm, as it was bright;
And round beneath it, Time in hours, days, years,
Driv'n by the spheres
Like a vast shadow moved; in which the world
And all her train were hurled. (H. Vaughan)

I See

Clouds playing tricks on

my eyes and 

disrupting a sense of stability. I

am reminded, suddenly, as

clouds uniformly pass over - not

hurried, but neither are they slow - 

that we are positioned on a rotating

globe - it is only because it is so

large (like a carrier ship in 

the tides of the ocean), that

we do not sense the movement. 

staring at the clouds (which I know

are moving) I can, suddenly, 

reverse, see the negative - as

thougth the sky was a backdrop

we rolled by. 

I sat up on the roof of the art studio for a while, on Monday. It was lovely to be outside, and I remember thinking, I won't think about anything, just for a while. And now, our conversation from class on Wednesday has me mulling about language, thought, and memory - I don't really remember much of what I thought or noticed from the roof. Why is that? Would I be able to remember everything if I thought about it, articulated it to myself as it was happening?

words I am still thinking about: meeting/meetingplace (kabar!), seeing and not seeing, interconnectivity



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