The Space Between…

‘Life is a Dream—Realize it’…Mother Teresa

Throughout the whirly-twirly of a single day many folks rise—consume—work—consume again—and care and think and dream and make love and fall asleep—weary or tired. Others spend times away and copy daytime dances into night-long-labors and dreams and love and thought and twirl-the-whirl of short nights and sleepless days.

Are we ‘things’ removed from nature? By this removal; do we become no more than—an abstract of potential products—gain and loss? We are; however, information. That information can be changes of whimsy or chance? Line them up and roll ‘em again?

Technical layers stop and start tucked somewhere between the zero and the one. Twin-spins into code is first autonomous—self-centered bubbles along a there and not their thread. The thread in a feel-not-see then see-and not felt. And! As thread widens, those center bubbles initiate decentering-self and as coding develops—bubble self; once rarefied, can mature from a troubled singularity into social—unknown starts to traverse zones of yes-to-no and no-to-yes. A simple ‘yes or no’ suddenly is an absolute—everything-everywhere. And! No matter-the-type-of-matter we are or become; again, we are ‘small-tiny-great-or-not-matters-little-of-what-we-are,’ ‘cause our subjectivity is; no more than touches of—awareness-becoming-aware-of-something-coming-our-way?

Abstracts-we-are and Abstracts-we-are-not.  If we are poor or rich—sick or well—big or small; beings of magic, language, math or music, poets, scientists, artists, motions-in-time, rhythm-or-rhyme, kings or queens, servants or slaves—we; with fingers crossed, are all abstractions at the gates of new worlds just waiting to be discovered.

Another way to turn speak into word spinning story ’cause the path is short-long and long-short…Twin-speak the notions of new world—words when—strange tongues often confuse truth—prominent in; to-day-to-day working words and pausing stops. One giant mother ship, a trillion samples of life and motion begins to seed a universe-so-fine. Orion! A moving point toward outside vacuums and inside fears. Always! Life inside these stories.

They gather—arm’s length apart and touching yet never flesh feeling—just being the same as each cold breath catches and inhales—exhales steam across a longer line of waiting and hoping and living and dying and thinking of praying of leaving or staying until few cents ago coffee warm warded away cold from form—vision search began again or ended for the evening bright of Street magic and Star-ship’s light.

They gather here for rooms-to-find-to-fill—have filled again and nourishment—gone again and others line the grates of grate-covered heat—blown from Calimesa underground to ground—around those standing watch or asleep in one side-warm and one side cold or one side dead or one side gone. Again; the living and dying and the thinking of dying and praying of leaving or staying another moment or second or minute or hours of night-time’s twinkle or morning wrinkle—where once flesh was fresh and spirit smoothed times of ages changes or faded lights—start and stop and start again.

Morning is sweet and time is early. Lizbeth and I move along these sidewalks toward trees placed for a long time and spaced above lawns now green and carefully mowed…She is a fine friend of four feet, of fur and of purpose. Stop and listen, move again—then stop and listen and watch the motions of early morning birds and other small beasts of four legs and of fur and of purpose. ‘Tis good this time—‘Tis good this twine-rewind.

“May you hear every song in the Forest…And if ever you lose your own way…Hear my voice like a breeze whisper soft through the trees… May you stay in the arms of the Angels.”  From—‘Lullaby for a Soldier’ by Dillon O’Brian

And! Beautiful you are…

 

‘If I were a Carpenter’—Robert Plant

 

3 comments on “The Space Between…

  1. As usual I feel the dance you weave with your magical word-formations. Lizbeth has the wisdom … just to be, to see to absorb and to be absorbed by nature herself. Of course I loved this. I would, wouldn’t I? 💕

    • Hi Osyth…Lizbeth is one of the finest! Our early morning walks here in Pioneer Valley, MA. are special. After reading your post, I believe you have reached Massachusetts? Welcome-Welcome! Wishing you and your family a wonderful Thursday afternoon and evening…Phil

  2. I am certain we can all learn from Lizbeth! Thank you for the warm welcome. I’m very happy to be here …. so much to love and to explore just in this State let alone the rest of this vastness. I wish you and yours just the same …. much beauty and wonder, Osyth.

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