Coffee and Crayons
I dig the allusion in the chill stratosphere of coming change. I am tempted to engage myself in the process, but realize the futility of it, and so passively I expereince the savoir-faire of such organic enlightenment. An enlightenment that I strive for. A striving I realize can only be in contradiction to itself.
Highest knowledge is in that which manages to be absorbed beyond the forefront of the mind, sealing itself into the recesses of the mind where theory becomes reality and belief becomes practice. A process that seemingly is self-detemined and which, apart from the effort to try, makes an independant move in it's own time on it's own terms.
The indications of time articulate themselves wholly, always reminding how transient breath is.
This is the only wisdom that lends itself so organically to my experience and even then it is little more than an unstable outburst of perspicacity.
So, remnants of my neshama remain lingering in the silence between thoughts and the pause between intentions, not quite torn nor quite whole, ever inquisitive, absorbing into that recessive place in the mind the wisdoms that, G-D willing, will translate into a seamless expression of organic movement and life.
And all of this amid coffee and crayons.
Highest knowledge is in that which manages to be absorbed beyond the forefront of the mind, sealing itself into the recesses of the mind where theory becomes reality and belief becomes practice. A process that seemingly is self-detemined and which, apart from the effort to try, makes an independant move in it's own time on it's own terms.
The indications of time articulate themselves wholly, always reminding how transient breath is.
This is the only wisdom that lends itself so organically to my experience and even then it is little more than an unstable outburst of perspicacity.
So, remnants of my neshama remain lingering in the silence between thoughts and the pause between intentions, not quite torn nor quite whole, ever inquisitive, absorbing into that recessive place in the mind the wisdoms that, G-D willing, will translate into a seamless expression of organic movement and life.
And all of this amid coffee and crayons.
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