the path to enlightenment

i just saw a shooting star,

the first i’ve seen this year.

it blazed a long trail, its particles
dissolving in speckling flashes

its path vertical, nearly straight down
towards the earth

long journey that speck of cosmic dust
must have been on before crashing into the earth, huh?

like, thousands of years, isn’t it?

imagine if that speck of cosmic dust had consciousness!

i wonder what it would be thinking as it plunged towards its end.

as it is,

it dissolved into the atmosphere
and that timelessness which it carried

has dissolved unto here.

what a beautiful flash it was,
above the screen where I am watching for the first time,
The Dark Crystal.

how inspiring this story has grown as the movie has progressed.
the characters are truly hilarious
(love out to Jim Henson and Frank Oz)

and peculiarly, or should i say, particularly,
the magic of the moment
whilst whennest the star beamed from beyond my screen
was a scene, the only and first scene i have remembered seeing before;

and i recall it from, i believe, young adolescence. i remember the emotional experience it evoked in me then, as it does now. it aroused my deepest conviction to heart, particularly the connection the boy gelfling and the girl gelfling are making. and the scene in which they are lying by a stream and the boy gelfling’s head is comforted in the heart-bossom of the girl gelfling. the essence, the love, which i sometimes seek, comes to me, in moments like this, and whispers reminders of eternity.

oh what a beautiful movie,
and what a wickedly timeless way
to remind me,
shooting star.

such a burst of flash that it took me a second to realize what was happening

a wish? i wish for more wishes! shower us with cosmic dust! oh great powers that be, light up the sky and illuminate the night
let everyone see what brilliance is here already,
what deserves to be preserved,
and penetrate all the way through to the earth,
and strike the hearts of those who crack its skin
and fine forest fur.

that is my wish.

and now it it is time for me to return to my movie.

sweet dreams, mes amis

love, nature

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i want language to flow
like rivers abundant
i want to hear words spoken
gently

i want to feel the imagery in thought
and i want you to speak that to me

i want love and communication to be synonymous
language as a carrier

i want poetry free yet focussed
letters to transcend by

on beyond: i want to explore communicating in multiple modes concurrently
including, but not limited, to:

1. dance and conversation
2. barely-liminal political activation codes in widely-popular music
3. hand drumming within vocal conversations
4. the harmonizing of ectoplasmic fields (intentional dance)
5. giving melody to the righteous word

and then i want all of us to speak with each other through that point –
that point above where our eyebrows meet

and then again we will speak with our voices
and write with our hands
for the simple beauty of it.

evolution

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