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September 27, 2009
To think that I know
where have you been, where are you going. It all matters at the end. You come to realize the only law
that governs this existance, this cohabitation of molecules and cells fusions and bursts, beginings and ends and all the different posibilities of them is equilibrium--balance.
the shades receed, the sun rotates, night covers, dominos fall and stand and fall again in measured steps, the curtains open in sequences and close. there is a relation between the light and sounds, visions and colors , there is a harmony so obvious it can be measured. And there is much pleasure to trust this knowing this accumulated knowledge of senses. It is the same rythem in persistance rise of your rib case where the air flows in and out as the rythem of the Hemingbirds wings while it stands in flight.
The Apple falls as it ripens heavy in its goodness , giving in to the core fusion that balances this circling planet in exact mathematics of the univrse and its science, and all we see is that apple falls every time.
I stand in this moment this now that governs and has governed my conscies sense of being for as long as I remember, boy, son, man, lover , husband ,father, and always me inside the presence of the moments no matter what shape, always the same so insignificant within the depth of this being and yet
so aware and significant in understanding of my conscious being, and all that I have contributed to this gathering of the creature and the creator --though both the same and yet so seprate in their definition.
I stand on two feet keeping my balance with a smile on my face and the satisfaction that maybe for a moment I have come to think that I know.
Where have I been, Where am I going, it does not matter I might come to know again.
Posted by Idinraha at 08:39 PM | Comments (0)
September 20, 2009
Beauty
Beauty , how do you explain beauty, is it the harmonious flow of forms
without any conflicts. is it the seamless gathering of colors and shapes
formed to exagerate and define their truth by their contrast. Or somehow
it is not the reality of such but their appeal to one's senses. And the
universality of such appeal; is it genetic or learned and how we come to
share it with such unanimous acceptance
Or is this infinte truth of such appeal and understanding that brings joy to
our senses. and the hyper receiving sensory of the Artist that allows her to
see the beatuy and feel it to a highest dgree of inspirations. So the Artist comes to
create beauty in a different shape and reach the truth of her art, her vision.
Posted by Idinraha at 02:02 PM | Comments (0)
Isms......................................
Isn't conservatism the natural evolution of Liberalism
as one ages and idealistic views are replaced by the reality
of stubborn facts. Can we say Conservatism roots more in
reality and appeals to adults rather than liberalism.
Posted by Idinraha at 01:55 PM | Comments (0)
September 04, 2009
Loneliness
I have come to believe one should treasure the allowance of loneliness for there
is a certain pleasure in seeking one's own companionship. I am baffled of how I
do not seek any others, and I am content to live the life of a hermit. It is so much
easier not having to explain the motives behind this or that, to be careless with
ones own thoughts and simultaneously accepting ones own shortcomings, and biases.
There is so much to do and so much to read, to learn. a Friend told me how
Updike's only regret upon dying was that he had so many more stories to tell.
And we can all see how Roth is writing feverishly to leave what he has to. To
write another novel, for there is such pleasure in writing that only those who
do come to yearn for it.
I guess as we all age we learn how to avoid complicating our lives. Follow the
line Son, and don't stray. take the time to get lost in the woods but leave enough
crumbs to find your way back. There is such comfort in aging, such a delicious
acceptance. I always wanted to have breakfast by myself in a diner while reading
the paper. However I never had the ease one should have to eat alone. A few years
back I happened to be hungry and ended up in a diner for a late breakfast. The
experience was as serene as I imagined.
I do yearn for companionship sometime. I enjoy the beautiful faces of strangers
who come to my shop sometimes more than I should. I am not a social animal,
however knowing that they would leave after a certain time helps. Once
their need is satisfied they go away. Not knowing that they have left me with
more than they intended. A beautiful face can always be inspiring, a familiar
voice or a phrase, the ones that stay and settle within you. That is one of the
pleasures of shop keeping.
I read not long ago a quote by a playwright. "Writers write to delineate their
loneliness". So one could suggest that the most productive writers are the
loneliest. Well there is so much ills to those who write............................maybe later !?
Posted by Idinraha at 05:07 PM | Comments (1)