this blurred journey
not only nameless but
all the rhythms are abbreviated–
in a silent cinematic slow motion–
a composite of fragments
neither awake nor asleep–
a perpetual absence
what when where
For dVerse, where Linda has given us the quadrille word of slip, and earthweal, where Brendan asks, “What comes next?”
Imagine a window
in a wall that is constructed
of fear and superstition
Imagine an open window–
it does not exist because
no one has built a wall for it
bloomings that subsist only
in the invisible world of the window
growing in the unseen air,
releasing the imprisoned breath
Imagine a window,
a portal to what isn’t there–
a borderless unceilinged sky
Laura at dVerse asks us to make some room. And Sherry at earthweal asks us to consider all that is wrong with the world and how we can make things right. As John Lennon knew, our ability to change is often just a failure of our imagination.
I thought the birdlings were appropriate to these words. And the window is an old collage based on the work of Miriam Schapiro, who knew a thing or two about both portals and collage.
The earthweal challenge this week considers the Perilous Chapel: what initiation is required to transform modernity into Earthdom?
Can we cleanse ourselves of the past and be still, open–listening?