“Would that you could live on the fragrance of the earth, and like an air plant be sustained by the light.”
– Kahlil Gibran
Words in the Way
Who is the performer and who is the audience? Who is the witness and what is he doing?
Every occurrence, from the sub-molecular mental to the vast movements of the cosmos, are somehow time-laden and thus already doomed, within time. Here lies the crux of this writing / creating art matter; sand through fingers… spirit and matter… ink still wet. We live and die as the book and the author, created and creator. “Like a goat’s hair brush in the painter’s hand..” – Rumi
The ancient Japanese practice of Bisoku encapsulates the human faculty of creating art so well. We are so full of potential.
Poems here serve to convey some of my personal insights and reflections.