dialogue
"what is emptiness father?"
"oh I cannot waste words to describe you, for it is not listening and it cannot come from understanding another, that is only compassion disgust or indifference, but can be seen in eyes and actions but to tell from a neurological condition or bland environment, so many factors listlessly heap themselves together, what is the sky? and we know and we know emptiness but that cannot bring you any closer. I would say it is more like a journey, as we become one person and the next we feel ourselves that had slipped out in the mixture. we feel ourselves in the trees in the meadow in the streets in the common objects that fill our lives. it is not a gathering wholeness but a slow loss that creeps away though I've heard some discover emptiness immediately and an empty child out of the womb once float away like a balloon."
"father what is what is once was as it will never be?"
"young as your words trip and choke me, I can say summy hips that flay rough edges we want to dance dance and sweat and have the bodies we move in the heavy warmth be worthwhile to each other and to support each other."
"and who will light every candle of darkness?"
"child you must answer me, I am full of riddles, even more than the confused and ignorant or insane and petulant. I am all evil I have seen because I judged it not but only saw and it filled me inside with the deepest cold, a nurturing cold that I allowed to grow inside. I've welcomed every guest to my home, found all boring insipid, or crooked, and I cast the beautiful out and do not answer them. I will grant them no power and they have comfort elsewhere. and so it was that our race moved away from the children of the light to lay lazy and fallow, to gradually mush and mellow healthy but with arms directed to no blows or impulse. we are not cursed we have no dignity."
"father I am happy to join you in the river of our crushed clans ancient meadows and to lick your chin and to slap the poppies as they grow tall over our heads and I will run beside the river and enter it and the dark waters and sog sands overwhelm my senses I could drown! but I am growing older and have many handles to cling to now. In your age I can see their support all over you, you have tied ropes and enmeshed yourself in what small life you have. I want to never be recognized in this world, to pass as a blind's shadow."
"the weight of my children is the lightest because you bring me unrecognizable joy which I turn from my home and face to the sea, drown in it I say quietly."
"oh I cannot waste words to describe you, for it is not listening and it cannot come from understanding another, that is only compassion disgust or indifference, but can be seen in eyes and actions but to tell from a neurological condition or bland environment, so many factors listlessly heap themselves together, what is the sky? and we know and we know emptiness but that cannot bring you any closer. I would say it is more like a journey, as we become one person and the next we feel ourselves that had slipped out in the mixture. we feel ourselves in the trees in the meadow in the streets in the common objects that fill our lives. it is not a gathering wholeness but a slow loss that creeps away though I've heard some discover emptiness immediately and an empty child out of the womb once float away like a balloon."
"father what is what is once was as it will never be?"
"young as your words trip and choke me, I can say summy hips that flay rough edges we want to dance dance and sweat and have the bodies we move in the heavy warmth be worthwhile to each other and to support each other."
"and who will light every candle of darkness?"
"child you must answer me, I am full of riddles, even more than the confused and ignorant or insane and petulant. I am all evil I have seen because I judged it not but only saw and it filled me inside with the deepest cold, a nurturing cold that I allowed to grow inside. I've welcomed every guest to my home, found all boring insipid, or crooked, and I cast the beautiful out and do not answer them. I will grant them no power and they have comfort elsewhere. and so it was that our race moved away from the children of the light to lay lazy and fallow, to gradually mush and mellow healthy but with arms directed to no blows or impulse. we are not cursed we have no dignity."
"father I am happy to join you in the river of our crushed clans ancient meadows and to lick your chin and to slap the poppies as they grow tall over our heads and I will run beside the river and enter it and the dark waters and sog sands overwhelm my senses I could drown! but I am growing older and have many handles to cling to now. In your age I can see their support all over you, you have tied ropes and enmeshed yourself in what small life you have. I want to never be recognized in this world, to pass as a blind's shadow."
"the weight of my children is the lightest because you bring me unrecognizable joy which I turn from my home and face to the sea, drown in it I say quietly."