To connect. To converse. To respond. To listen. To silence.
Through poetry.
How strange space is, and how capricious the laws of optics and perspective, that they should permit even the smallest child to cover the sun with one of his fingers. Karl Schwarzschild (astronomer, physicist, mathematician, soldier in WWI) to his brother Albert (painter).
There is a care that flows when creativity is allowed to fall through a silver, tapered point.
Somehow, as you take it between your fingers and opposable (yet unopposed) thumbs, something guides your hand, gently, whispers —
this is my beloved stream. Let it fall gently through you.
Don't force it, or dam it up to extract some music as it might trickle over the pebbles you have gathered. Place those elsewhere.
For this now, let the words reveal themselves, space by space.
Don't obsess over purpose or meaning. They are already, always, there. It does not fall to you alone to discern them.
This is when you trace your hands in the stream, see the eddies and swirls that never linger.
Then you cast your eyes to the banks of the stream, see the mayfly, the otter, the heron, the dragonfly, a friend, a stranger — each complete, as the stream flows through.
Tomás Ó Ruairc 27 July 2024
"…hello to today, to this world, to you." Sifting the Silence #93
"What you truly are has never had an argument with life, you have always been in love with this…" - John Astin
"But that's the thing about having vision. It's not about always being right about the future. It's about constantly learning what's right and striving for it." - Daniel Jonce Evans writing of his wife Rachel Held Evans (d. 2019)
"How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world." Anne Frank
"Our greatest experiences are our quietest moments." Friedrich Nietzsche
I don't speak because I know that something is true. I speak because I hope that conversation between us will unveil a little more truth. Mini-me (Inspired by the writings of Mark Nepo)
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