"The important and or only vital question is, how much greater, finer, am I than I was yesterday?
"Have I fulfilled my possibilities, made the most of my potentialities?
"What a marvelous world if all would - could hold this attitude toward life."
- Edward Weston, photographer
Mandalay
It says nothing.
It reveals deep dark silent secrets, heart pulsating memory.
It is a short string of letters with blank white face spaces in places. It says nothing.
Nothing is filled with _________ . (fill in the blank)
You are blank. You draw a blank. The blank is created by your subconscious dream machine.
Eye - mind - hand - heart. Your machine is fully functioning and capable of emitting highly charged radioactive electrons.
You are a spinning swirling mass of electrons existing in space.
Space is empty. You are a vacuum in space filled with absolutely nothing.
I have nothing to say and I am saying it.
There is no final exam or grade. However, the elemental particle grade may be a little warped in space places so please watch your step near edges. Nothing is clear.
"We are all born mad, some remain so." - overheard on a Chinese bus filled with pigs going to market.
Mandalay, Burma
Dirt path yellow flowers
Kids collect plastic bottles, cardboard treasures
Slow day in a universe of unlimited potential
Energies
Enter stone zone
Machines, transport, street food sellers, balloons
A HA
Black and orange butterfly lifts into air from stagnant water
Composure present grounded with music curious eyes
Pregnant pigments
Joker card discovered in market dust
Pocket talisman
Little red house over yonder
PSP music echoes laughter
Razor blade in water coagulates light
Two dogs sleep in sultry shade
Old woman with broken teeth curls into hammock
Destined to be
Silent
Red dusty 2x4 entrance planks
small ditch
Littered with plastic bags bottles and shy language
Acquisition
Curious kids ask what is your name?
Sky
Mai's hearing evaluation.
Anthony from NZ came, he met, he talked, he promised, he took her out, he tried to seduce her, he failed, he left. Mai is resigned to her former life, massage and laundry scrubbing under the paternal gaze of her older sister who sits in perpetual admiration of her mirrored reflection.
How does her awareness and disappointment register in her POTENTIAL for unrealized dreams?
How does her silent resignation and understanding comprehend lost chance, all the complexity w/o expectations?
Even in the false dream of star rain they had to move a wooden toy pawn, the salad bar in silence welcomed cool air from a brown river, children pressed noses to a rolling window, laughing.
An archeologist skips through star puddles into 8th Century excavations.
Freedom sings stones, selling a Blue Pumpkin to a Cambodian land mine amputee w/o a left leg selling DVDs to fat tourists talking with their mouths full.
An Enfield rumbles in Pokhara spinning the Wheel of Time, rejoicing in miracles, small ones.
Sit in meditation.
We do laundry by machine, said Language Animal.
3.8 billion years ago a black hole captured a star the size of our sun. It sucked the star into its empty mass. The star exploded the black hole. The escaping energy created, released streams of light we see today.
At that moment 20 raindrops trusted intuition.
To travel is to feel.
Indonesia asked you to return. Two years ago you said thank you. Goodbye to all that.
Orchids remember you.
The apple tree you planted at Gardenia is growing. Roots buried deep below blossoms lie fragrant with memory.
In and out dialogue.
Discover what speaks to you.
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