Observation
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Stone like still and steady… so that quietness comes naturally to me, in me the artist lives and so does all the eyes that fall on me… in reverence, pain, hatred, fear, love and joy alike.
Stone like calm and composed… so that patience comes naturally to me, in me the atoms dance a difference dance, such as the dance of the time… in tune always… out-of-tune only for the dying.
When an idol, I am worshipped, when a stone, I worship it all… the flowery and fragrant air, the bright wet vermilion, the soft sandalwood, the bells, the dancing feet on dancing hymns, the passersby, the glares, the sheen, the prayers, the daily life’s hurried tales.
Absorbing the voices and noise and music and reverberations alike, I continue to un-measure the measured and this is what attracts the weary souls, I know, to meet the unmoving stone.
Stone like wise and kind… the statue lives unwaveringly, beaming and alive, with a beating heart like yours and mine.
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Superb writing 🤗🤗👍👌
Thank you so much! :)
One of the most alive pieces I have ever read, encompassing the whole world in it’s stillness. Thanks for writing this one. :)
Stillness… a wonderful word.
I am glad you enjoyed the post.
Thank you dear friend! :)
reminds me of a discussion i was having about what is wise. we did not arrive at conclusions, so maybe a stoic and stone? also reminds of TS Eliot lines from Four Quartets
““At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.”
Hmm. Interesting! A stoic, maybe, I don’t know, a stone, yes, for sure.
Oh T.S Eliot’s Four Quartets! Serene and supreme and joy and love!
Thanks for stopping by, dear friend, and sharing these lines.
“…there is only the dance.”