On Saturday, August 15,
2015, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:
Talk
of small things is not the same as small talk. Large and small are
absolutely relative. There are no separate things behind the names.
Size is comparison, a conceptual sliver of infinity, as time is to
eternity. ~
For
more than a while now, out the back door of my place, where summer
leaves abound, the same small bird appears, right before my face. A
creature with no name, wild but seeming tame, and follows me around.
Day
after day, as we tend to say, but really only now. Here where memory
and anticipation meet as if to kiss, and time, like size, merely a
means to measure what we miss.
Repetition,
variation, itself communication, decisive and distinct, all movement
interlinked. Language of a bird, shared without a word, faster than
you think.
What
is shared is presence, allowing for its essence. Give and then
retreat, means, trust you may repeat. In arm’s reach on the
ground, no rust but greyish brown, flits without a sound, and what i
haven’t said, accepting crumbs of bread.
Playful
communication, decisive and distinct, each move is interlinked,
perching on each spot, just right for camera shot. Having taken aim,
in focus in the frame, when instantly it’s not, and everything’s
a game.
Every
aspect of perception, we’re trained to treat the same. Wherever
something seems distinct, we assign a name. Having lost awareness of
the magic of the word, and so assume a gap between environment and
bird, which is obviously absurd.
Having
made that primal split, we elaborate further and fractalize it.
Starting by stating ‘the bird is small,’ when size is just
relative one with it all. I don’t say this process is not right,
but words make infinity finite.
What
matters more is imagination, sparked by inter-species relation.
There isn’t a word for this participation, even to call it a shared
meditation. As no such concept arose in the mind, it’s best to
leave it all undefined. ~
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Martin
Rainbowmaker.
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