Outside The Box.

On 19 January 2013 20:22, Martin Law martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com wrote:

    Outside The Box.

There is no moment
'to be present in.'
That's just a word concept,
implying division into two.
When, what IS,
is indivisible.

No 'you' without a moment,
no 'moment' without a you.
Then how can it be said,
there's such a thing as two?

There's just one box i like to be in.
It has four walls, as most boxes do,
and a top sloping down on two sides,
so the rain runs off and away.

It has a hole in the wall on the inside,
for burning bits from the outside,
so heat radiates within.

Smoke is naturally drawn by draught,
out the top inside a shaft.
Now that's a clever construction
if ever there was one.

Long ago, on this land, there were prototypes
and they were round.  The fire was in the centre.
Smoke rose freely out the top,
Funnelled by a mushroom dome,
packed and thatched with reeds.

Rain ran down right to the ground.
Now that's a beautiful solution,
fulfilling practical needs.

I've been inside such reconstructions,
and walked around the fire-pit centre.
It's good to walk in circles
while rain drips from the eaves.

The wisest of the Earth live in circles.
Unlike boxes, they don't trap energy
in direct static opposition.
Bound to make your auric field feel trapped.
Cornered, edgy, blocked at every turn.
Unless you are a well-rounded being.
I'd love to live in one of those.

The Kogi indians of Colombia,
in round houses thatched with reeds.
Sea spray and thatch create negative ions,
so they live in health, and longer.

But all these boxes, the world around!
Boxes upon boxes upon boxes!
So we even think in boxes.

If it's not in this box, then it must be in that box.
Energy opposition.  If it's not good it must be bad.
Around the world, corners are a big problem.
Straight lines make measure, metre, matter.

This much this way, that much that way,
this is mine and that is yours.
(And no cutting corners!)

Circles contain and shelter the whole.
The womb shape with an entrance.
Home is where the hearth is: In the centre,
this shape, a universal symbol, and
my favourite one at that.

Rectangles proliferate, producing more.
Leaving no space between each floor.
A piece of paper in your door,
for you to sign, say 'who' you are.

'Sign in the box, using only blocks.'
"Oh you want my auto-graph, sure."
"You know of course, i'm a calligrapher
first, and not a CAPITAList."

If you're asking for some 'facts', then,
i'm a linguistic cartographer, and
an artistic cryptologist, and
a creator of unknown hieroglyphics.
Refined my art outside the box.

If you want an auto-bio-graph,
authentically authorized by the author,
autonomously authenticated , and
in no way automatic, then,
let's not block communication.

Though the word you're looking for,
which in this instance, is Law,
being a lifelong dweller of the land,
no relation to the Laws of the sea,
but for our dolphin ancestry,
with knowledge of 'id-entity.'

If you know the 'DAO' firsthand,
that, which especially when defined,
is not so.  How could it be?  Being of infinity.
Just like the fake 'identity.'

Being more than mere idea,
No word can encompass 'who'* is here.
If this 'fact' is not 'yet' clear,
(A gentle word of caution here.)
It's always futile when you 'try.'

Just refer to my text that's titled by,
: "Who Or What Am I ?"*

Other-wise, goodbye.
("An expression used in parting.")
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RBM/ martin rainbowmaker.

art : 3 Finger Stones, martin law, 1996
those 'finger stones' are in Castletownsend and there used to be more, but they might have got arthritis with the damp.

artwork : digital pan play - photographic image reconstruction & definition, JAN 13 - wfp for moo