the blind of silence -------------------------------------------
the beginning came
the first time I dove into the sky
and actually flew
where my soul desired.
I've been everywhere by now
listening to the lament of reasons
echo like stars
have a right to speak,
although they don't
because
they're so busy
listening to us.
I stay within the earth's gravitational lines
because this is home
for this life anyway.
and from that perspective in space
light's drum
of constellations
tether us
as though one great star
is shining forth
on everyone
at the same intensity.
I've taken this trip many times but like you for once in my life I'm content to just be here. Reminds my of light particals and quantum mechanics. Consciousness observation enjoying the reality we've created. Thanks for this reminder.
and we of us here it seams are looking at the stars...
that is a good thing i think and this reads like an aide memoir nan: it provides a handrail if you would,for those that want to sit back and nod in that way we have when our place is confirmed.
i like that i can make my own rhythm and pace with this and the full stops are little more than an exhale and an inhale - i like that too.
with great age comes great wisdom in the main - so long as you keep looking up once in a while...
I think those cosmic aspirations with are part of what make us human. I was watching the Discovery Channel the other night and an astronaut said that every astronaut he'd ever asked always dreamed about Earth while in space.
I've been everywhere by now
listening to the lament of reasons
echo like stars
have a right to speak,
although they don't
because
they're so busy
listening to us.
For some reason, that reminds me of a passage from J.G. Ballard's The Atrocity Exhibition:
Obscene Mannequin.
The time-music of the quasars. A huge volume of
radio signals reaches this planet from space,
crossing gigantic distances from the far side of the
universe. It's hard to accept that these messages are
meaningless, as they presumably are, no more than
the outward sign of nuclear processes within the
stars. Yet the hope remains that one day we will
decode them, and find, not some intergalactic fax
service, but a spontaneously generated choral
music, a naive electro-magnetic architecture, the
primitive syntax of a philosophical system, as
meaningless but as reassuring as the pattern of
waves on a beach.
Reassembling the furniture of his mind, Talbot has
constructed a primitive antenna, and can now hear
the night sky singing of time, the voice of the
unseen powers of the cosmos.
I like how you can read "listening to the lament of reasons/ echo like stars/ have a right to speak" two ways.
I stay within the earth's gravitational lines
because this is home
for this life anyway.
and from that perspective in space
light's drum
of constellations
tether us
as though one great star
is shining forth
on everyone
at the same intensity.
"Light's drum" is a nice concept because their pulsing light filtered through Earth's atmosphere does remind me of a drumbeat. I like the idea of that "one great star" "shining forth on everyone at the same intensity" because it makes me think of both the sun and the light of God at the end of the tunnel that we see when we die. It makes me think of "primitive" religions that worship the sun and the idea that we're all pieces of God that make up the divine light.
Damn, girl. Excuse my language here, but this is beautiful!!! I felt as if I was traveling in the skies along with you, this was so vivid. This spoke with so wisdom, I almost felt transported back a couple of centuries to the simpler times where people took time to appreciate the wonder of the setting of the sun. It's as if you know that you shine as bright as the star, and you are as big as the universe, but you can appreciate the fact that they contain you. It's magic, Nan, pure magic.
Love,
~Azura*
Submission Name: the blind of silence
