I decided to lift the corner of the wall-to-wall carpeting in my apartment.
Why I have now thought to do so I do not know, as I have lived with this carpet for nearly nine years, and the possibilty had never crossed my mind, before just now.
Perhaps I wished to see the underside of my life, as only my downstairs neighbor would be able to, without the interference of my own body and its' experiences.
As I gently peeled it back, a corner next to one of the large windows,
I was expecting to see a variety of insects, dust, and perhaps the remnants of an item left behind from a tenant of long ago.
Really, a thriving, active world was what I had imagined.
Instead,
I saw a dirty, wooden floor,
but had a definite sense of satisfaction,
and felt a bit proud for having done so.
Friday, September 16, 2016
One illumination hides another
This morning,
one hour before the official sunrise,
it was as dark as I can imagine it being.
Still, I could see,
though just barely.
The sky was clear, without clouds or fog,
and stars were visible in the rich, deep blue
when I looked,
outside of myself.
Seemingly, all of a sudden, I realized that there was a bit more light off in the distance,
and so decided to raise my eyes and head.
As I did, I noticed that there was also more light there,
above me,
and realized that the small lights that were just there had seemed to vanish.
Suddenly, it dawned on me that something must be lost to be gained,
and that perhaps my feelings about the world were true after all;
that it truly is finite.
one hour before the official sunrise,
it was as dark as I can imagine it being.
Still, I could see,
though just barely.
The sky was clear, without clouds or fog,
and stars were visible in the rich, deep blue
when I looked,
outside of myself.
Seemingly, all of a sudden, I realized that there was a bit more light off in the distance,
and so decided to raise my eyes and head.
As I did, I noticed that there was also more light there,
above me,
and realized that the small lights that were just there had seemed to vanish.
Suddenly, it dawned on me that something must be lost to be gained,
and that perhaps my feelings about the world were true after all;
that it truly is finite.
Wednesday, September 7, 2016
Regarding seeing
Cool, calming and grey-blue,
the early morning light may only make suggestions as to what I might see; it cannot determine it.
Is that what I wish to experience over to my right side and ahead of me, or is there nothing really there?
When there is plenty of light, in the middle of the day, am I then seeing what is real, or do my preferences lead me then, too?
I imagine that by being nearly blind temporarily, I am able to be more faithful to my subconscious, and perhaps discern my environment in a richer, more creative way.
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