Deep Recess
What you can never say, can still be said. What is understood, well . . .Archive for November, 2007
The Colour of the Furniture
I know the furniture; I know the room. It is the same house. The colours are different. Something about the layout; yet isn’t every chair and table in the place it is supposed to be? I almost recognise everything.
There, that’s a new chair.
It isn’t so much about the place as much as it is about me. My environment has changed – this place is responding to my changed environment.
I stumble.
And I mentally kick myself. I need not have stumbled. I knew this was to be different.
I am used to flop in the couch without checking for the couch’s existence.
Unlearn
Delearn
Relearn
Adaptability is a factor of being comfortable in any environment. None is really better than the other. They are different. Better is a factor of what works for you.
When you settle in an environment, any environment is willing to be the earth that you can rest on.
Question is, are you willing?
Deafening Silence
As if it was an oxymoron. He laughed out loud – he needed to know if his ears were capable of listening to that which came from without. The silence is without, the shrieks, within.
All the voices that he would have otherwise heard from without were screaming gibberish within. Imagined gibberish, at that, for he could not decipher what was the sound of imagination and reality. The only real thing were his ears. He touched and felt them to reassure their existence.
The voices of yearning continued their loud babble, irrespective.
