Monday’s Music Box: Changes, Fortunes, Misfortunes and Circumstances

Our world is turned on its head.  We are reinventing ourselves.  We are reinventing our Selves.

We are closing–after less than a year and a half–the doors of our beloved café.  It is for good.  We want to believe it is for the best.  For us all.  This was a dream whose time was not now.  The cost was too high.  We have no more to give.

We are closing–after over ten years–our catering business.  This has been our world.  This has been our life.  We are tired.  We are getting old before our time.

We are moving, as well, our home.  We are down-sizing.  By a ratio of seven to one.

Our world is turned on its head.

We are frightened but we are also excited about new beginnings.  More time together. More time to pursue what really matters to us, what we truly value in our selves as persons.  Our art.  Our words.  Our music.

We are ready for a new life.  We are ready for new lives.

So….

No music this week.  Words instead.

This story has been much on my mind.

We all live in a cloud of unknowing.

At times, this becomes much more apparent.

(Many thanks to juntamng for sharing this story.)

 

 

 

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Little Space

(NaPoWriMo, Day 6)


There is but 
the barest
little bit
of nothing
separates
nowhere from
now here,
the barest 
little space.








Interstellar

there was a gash in the night 
a slash in the pause and pull
and space of the world

an empty place in the words

the sturdy frame weakened

age, 
cruelty, 
time and knowledge 

like the passing 
of Basho's gas

The articulation of absurdity





"...a thing, any thing, impinges on us by a more important fact, its self-existence, 
without reference to any other thing, in short, the very character of it which calls our 
attention to it, which wants us to know more about it, its particularity."
							                                --Charles Olson



If we could hold any 

thing 

in hand or mind, 
any singular, self-existent 

thing

without reference to any other 

thing, 

then that 

thing 

would and could 
only be the only
 
thing.  

We would find our selves holding 

this 

whole universe, 

this 

allofexistenceatonce, 

for what else 
could we hold 
without reference 
to any other 

thing?

We would find ourselves 
held in the hands
of angels

and annihilated.




coin of the realm



You can not save 
your life.  It is 
not yours to save.

No one can save 
your life.  It is 
not theirs either.

It is not yours 
to own.  It is 
not your own.  It 

is not to be 
owned.  This is the 
beginning of 

bondage and the 
illusion of how 
to be possessed. 

It was never 
yours to own.  It 
is already
 
all loss to you 
the moment you 
think it a thing.

A life-saving 
procedure is 
only a small 

procedure for 
delaying the 
moot loss of a 

thing you never
owned, that was
never a thing,

saving it just 
to later lose
what you never 

had to start with.
You can't save life 
any more than 

you can save time.
There is no bank 
in which to make

this deposit.
You cannot bank 
on it at all

though you can, it 
seems, bet on it, 
bet with it, bet 

it on something,
gamble it and 
waste it in so 

many ways that 
you can lose track 
of the ways in 

which you’ve lost it.
But wether it
is or isn’t

here or not there,
it is all you 
have to go on.




false face 4 (mirrors of our words)


reflex_ion-2

If I tell you of all the charities 
I do work for, aren't I really just 
saying, "Look at what a giver I am"?

“I'm good aren't I?”

“Tell me. 
Tell me again.” 

“Here is my ego.  
Stroke it, please…
yes...like that...
...right there.”