“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and rightdoing there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.”
Somewhere on the other side, there is chance. And it looks like the other side of a blink. And it smells like distilled cherry stems. And it sounds like tin.
Sometimes silence allows time to understand what all this is.
We have a staring contest: the earth and I. We hunt down each other’s language through the pattern of our exhales and discomfort of hollowed-out sound.
Sometimes there is so much to say that the noises of our question marks creates the instrumentation of stillness.
Find a day when the only place you need to be is here. Remain. Knock your tongue against teeth only when you are ready. Only when you are so desperate to utter that it leaks out of you from the sap of your blood.
You will become all of the things and people you have collected all these years.
You will realize that sometimes we just aren’t ready to notice. Until that moment when we stop, remove ourselves from activity and recognize the beauty of what has always been there. Simply following…….