Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I'll meet you there. (Rumi)
I saw Eternity the other night
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