‘Love Me Again ‘
“Know I’ve done wrong,
Left your heart torn
Is that what devils do?
Took you so low,
Where only fools go
I shook the angel in you.
Now I’m rising from the ground
Rising up to you
Filled with all the strength I found
There’s nothing I can’t do” …by John Newman and Steve Booker
Hollow is the dismal man. Dark everywhere eyes must see and change where spirits be; a shape of things started, and races done. Blue light fires dance and yellow streaks find sky, and shrieking moons shake where gravity drag is rare and above, clouds often look for skies. This house is quiet and moments ago those leaving sounds stopped. Hollow man is robot shaped, sans spirit simulation and no ghosts’ twirl within his machine. Choices end as decision dies. Energy vibrates when spirits move ‘cross heavens and earths. And! Many spaces inside lines of coded rhythm and words pouring from a bewildered one or two or twins in-step without reasons to be or motives to discover additional avenues within tunnels and venturing courses across assorted lights.
Lucky we be not Holy Hollows. Understand imagination and beyond momenta of strength, the dances of baby birthing and powerful protection and the iron resolve of an iron love. Nothing stronger than devotion; or better than together, sing-song choirs and the fusion of life-forces. We are children of these salty seas and characters unified. We are the daughters and sons of earth and of the starry heavens. To hold and touch; too much, no! And! Forever is never long enough? The sweetest Dance, indeed. Together we be, for without love there is no peace. So! Surf waves crashing shorelines and discover Ghost Gardens near space-place center, where home is one planet east of sunlight’s door and along ridges of deep space in sky’s silent fog. Footprints spread across one trillion jumps of space teeming with twining twinkles and a trillion ground-bound souls.
Gravitational Lensing: “Light around a massive object, such as a black hole, is bent, causing it to acts as a lens for the things that lie behind it. Astronomers routinely use this method to study stars and galaxies behind massive objects.” The size of this ‘whirly-twirly’ may be both, big and small. An immense entity may bend the ‘space-time’ continuum just as a heavy object positioned in the middle of a trampoline, presses downward on this composition. Anything smaller often rolls around the edge of this simple-dimple and spirals inward toward the larger body; dragged inward bound, as the gravity of all planets attract rocks swirling in space.
Life is the antithesis of order. Animation is symmetry without structure, save winds and rains and those foolish storms of chaos and belief. Go figure the here or the now and still; narration is not achieved or fashioned apart from the directors of spins and twists and by the thrill of the lie. Or! Believe in the smile of Leonardo or the Lady’s laugh or the chatter of countless viewpoints or the convictions of our many hearts. It is our nature to run with and from the many or the few. We often see through the curved ceiling of high doorways only when curved light enters tiny windows.
Is societies’ perspective of behavioral aberration a result of deterministic qualities of controllers or the eat-do-not consume behavior dependent upon economic conditions and the fragility of physical conditions? Is sharing; a conscious choice, a group survival dynamic, a desire to belong, or a non-physical reaction? Isn’t social construction a further strength of spirit and the power of individuality? We are the daughters and sons of earth and of the starry heavens. Our antiquity is animated! Our history is simple and true unless suppressed or distorted for unnecessary incomes and the perversion of affluence. We are the eternity of spirits, never beginning and never ending. Such is the sweetness of life.
And! Beautiful you are…
‘Caribbean Blue’ — Eithne Pádraigín Ní Bhraonáin
‘Under The Bridge’ — Red Hot Chili Peppers