The world without words
You ever feel as if you are just having the same conversation endlessly? And that words are just getting thrown around because they are familiar and have been used before. That is what life for sometimes feels like – I feel like I’m having 24/7 deja vu: the conversations are recycled, the words are stripped of intention and therefore lose 80% of their meaning, and I myself have nothing new to add.
Those are the days where you just have to fall back to the role of observer and keep taking it in until something switches the knob and makes you think you are hearing new. The beginner’s mind is what zen wants us to have. But what happens when it’s the cynical, long in the tooth mind that has showed up for the day? Fake it, till you make it.
Jazz Fest begins on Friday. Already the air is filled with the anticipation of what will come soon. The breeze or rather wind has been howling at all hours, up gathered now like sleeping flowers, for this for everything we are out of tune, it moves us not.
GREAT GOD I’D RATHER BE A PAGAN
SUCKLED IN A CREED OUTWORN
SO MIGHT I, STANDING ON THIS PLEASANT LEA
HAVE GLIMPSES …
Thank you Wordsworth for your ability to capture what my words cannot.