Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Oddly I discover that I have been denied comprehension of my origins, the method by which I arrived here, how long I will remain or even what is to be done. All that I am sure of is that here I am, what, how and why it should be is unclear.
There appears to be some sort of regularity to this reality ( or unreality?) The sun rises and sets and I wake and sleep with it and I age as I go along but curiously I also have noted that nothing can be depended on, change happens unexpectedly, without warning. I can only be sure that it will happen again.
I watch the constant movement that goes on around me, natural, human and man-made, everything is in motion.
I listen and I hear a great static , voices that sing and laugh ,scream and whisper, machines that buzz whir, screech, even the trees rustle and and water trickles or rushes. If one searches there are places where only the sounds of water and trees are usual but in most of the world I inhabit there is continual noise.
Everywhere I see color, patterns, surfaces and shapes.Faces are also observed, those that I know and those that I dont, all freely expressing or painfully trying to cover-- awe, sadness, anger, lonliness, compassion, violence. My eyes take in light and darkness, beauty and horror. The visions are overwhelming.
The pores of my skin open and move, I sweat and shiver and delight in the breeze, the coolness of water, the feel of another's hands running across my own.. I am aware of dampness and drought, the warmth of fire and the freezing cold of ice.My skin reacts to temperature and humidity, and to the touch of other beings.
On my tongue I can taste the salt of my being or the sweetness of a peach and it is open to the urgent searching of a tongue in my mouth.
This night I walk outside my room to be greeted by the thick sweet smell of jasmine blooming and perhaps tomorrow again, I will wake to the smell of shaving cream and coffee.
So now even though I feel overcome with random chaos, I will close my eyes and lose my will, I surrender to the calm of sleep.
Posted by Kate P. Miller at 12:51 PM