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It's calm, not a whitecap in sight, and there's sparkling manna everywhere, turning the grass to silver. The light is morning light, not dawn light anymore, but still long, and golden. Silver-golden. The long, silver-golden light of an inhaling, not the rose-golden light of evening, which is exhaling. Golden light has two sides? Morning and evening? Maybe that's it: the two sides of golden light are morning and evening. Or: golden light is a signpost, and one arrow points to morning, and the other to evening.
This golden morning light, with the leaves just so, and the road cool beneath my feet, is a place I inhabited first in dreams, but I come here often, now, and as I think about it, I'm glad we have three dimensions or more in which to give (and receive) directions, because some maps are hard to make, otherwise.
. . . And--an extra thought--when you inhale, like morning, your feet may come off the ground. Not that mine have, except in leaps, except in dreams, but they may. It is both permitted and possible.
This golden morning light, with the leaves just so, and the road cool beneath my feet, is a place I inhabited first in dreams, but I come here often, now, and as I think about it, I'm glad we have three dimensions or more in which to give (and receive) directions, because some maps are hard to make, otherwise.
. . . And--an extra thought--when you inhale, like morning, your feet may come off the ground. Not that mine have, except in leaps, except in dreams, but they may. It is both permitted and possible.
Good morning, dear Asakiyume :)
Date: 2012-06-16 08:11 am (UTC)walking
on the edge of the sky
ocean this morning
That's a beautiful haiku -- congratulations! There are others in your short essay, btw :))))
Good morning, Origa!
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Date: 2012-06-16 08:39 am (UTC)Happy morning!
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Date: 2012-06-16 04:22 pm (UTC)And then the AH-HA moment. As George Seurat says in Sunday in the Park with George, "Can't you see the shimmering?"
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Date: 2012-06-16 04:38 pm (UTC)The shimmering is magnificent, Mr. Seurat.
Trying to get dreams and waking to mesh more often
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Date: 2012-06-16 09:53 pm (UTC)Waves washing me, rolling me.
Bit by bit I'd melt away.
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Date: 2012-06-17 09:41 am (UTC)And the two sides of noon and midnight?
And here's a sadder thing I've been thinking about: the two sides in the HG Wells "Time Machine." Are we coming to something like that, where never the twain shall meet? Of course, I read only the Classic Comic, so I may have a fuzzy idea of that novel.
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Date: 2012-06-17 10:41 am (UTC)... And that's not even taking into account have-nots' capability to rise up and overthrow their oppressors. Which happens, and haves know it.