not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

one small window in wabash


as soon as the window of light is opened
it doesn't matter, exactly, where the body is


but instead
where the heart, the mind and the soul go~

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    1. yes! yes! it was a holy window, monica. we might just get to live quite literally beside it.

      xo
      erin

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  2. Holy crap - I feel like a buddhist being smacked upside the head everytime I go to your site. This is rapidly becoming my favorite place on the web.

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    1. ha! a buddhist probably would think holy crap:) heh.

      but more seriously, i'm not trying to say anything, william. i'm trying to see.

      xo
      erin

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  3. They go walking through valleys and over hills on dense, forgotten paths looking for the place of their birth. It's all a little like a film, or a dream, in a universe where time functions like space.

    Beautiful, Erin!

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    1. ya, andreas, don't you ever wonder who dressed you like this and cast you as the character you play?

      we're all just trying to get back to the dense form, aren't we? or beyond this temporary dense form. (oh, always with the contradictions!)

      xo
      erin

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  4. i am trying to imagine, no, i have this urge to imagine what lives and what stories will fill this empty space of a room, what lives and what stories have filled this space, now empty, already... yet after looking for a while at the patterns of light and shadow, my mind comes to rest, and i only see the light beneath every tissue of life, sustaining it, silently breathing through everything.

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"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))