Saturday, November 12, 2005

dangling from the highwire as the crumbs of abundance fall like droplets unattended

Autumn is here. I am here. My mind however, is out there tumbling with the leaves on the slowly hardening street. Entangled in the grass as the loose bits slowly decompose. I am composing on the the topic of decomposition. As i rode the streets of Rochester last night listening to The Colorblind James Experience's beautifully majestic first album, i went back to those places that have slowly decomposed or mutated; jazzberry's or the rabbit hole or some vague and hazy corner of the cornhill area and richmond's, though still there, is different.
All this life, all this time, all these people, past/present/future wandering in the labyrinth singing in the rain, smiles to light our way despite the intermittant pain, and it's beautiful in its' chaos, it's majestic as my front lawn tangles and decomposes, and i won't rake it. A work of art. And now, as CVB's song abundance plays with my mind, fingering the spines of books on shelves momentarily unattended, remembering thoughts, remembering prayers, mantras, desires, and the sun outside is calling me, so i must tumble, from this chair, floating like a droplet, a crumb escaping the act of gratitude, in freefall, i smile as i follow the flow of this unbelievable day. This vast expanse, of life, this vast expanse of mind as it attempts to uncurl it's possessing fingers.....


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