Wednesday, 12 August 2015

Beneath an Evening Sky - the blossoming of impermanence


Yes, the day with all its hues of blue is a wondrous thing,
where Time seems to drift at a constant (more or less),
when we are blind to Space 
from all the light, 
when All - nos remete à Nossa esfera, ao Nosso corpo celeste (de aquáticos tons, giratório e de existência(s) concentrica(s)), à 
ilusão do nosso pensamento, fractal e fragmentário - is not visible though the illusion is so profoundly ironic, with all its reflected light upon so many things; although we know it to be a fraction, it seems our mind only grasps what, where and when the eye can see,
stopping thenceforth 
but,
with each day's demise "sight" changes 
(as does "sound", but its weight in our perception of things, along with its keenness should merit another post. Actually the subject is best "viewed", in my opinion, though authors such as - Link)




Ah, it is getting dark..


Image: G. Almeida









the night - 
as one is given back the truth of one's dimension with the unveiling of the universe and the earth turning back into that nomadic spacecraft sailing the expanses along with its solar partners, ships among their stars that they in truth.. are



(truth?.. Well, whether one fathoms the Truth or not - I suppose it is the closest one can get before being enlightened (the enlightenment of "Nothing" and "All"), 
as one peeks, 
unobtrusively, 
drifting further and further, 
vertigo here and there as one perceives beyond the three dimensions, 
the fourth and the joining of the 4 - Becoming a Duo, a dual state whilst in conversation 
with the Universe, at times shyly, 
at times as the forever existent child within, yet at times almost older in a funny way, 
being talked back to in a similar fashion, then you both look back upon it all. 
All? ...
There is solace in the dark matter that covers much of what IS, 
Was and Will Be 
as there is in mortality 
-
as there is in the fluidity of that which is ephemeral in being.....)




The skin tingles with the freshness of the night's breeze and 
with a quick movement of the chair 
your balance is off, 
You place one foot on the ground 
and surrender. 





So many stars 
and so little time.




image - link







I think one of the meteors crashed into my little toe















A funny thing about the Perseids (and other meteor showers) is 
that it has always seemed (to me) to be a manifestation of something bigger, 
the Universe coming in 
to tickle 
(me) 
us






Everything may well be impermanent but, 
that doesn't mean it doesn't tickle (sometimes).

Good night.
















(ao dar nome às estrelas cadentes, elas, as estrelas escrevem no céu o que nos vai na alma. O que nos vai na alma, ao contrário dos tons do céu, pode conter mais coisas mas, não muda. Há coisas que não mudam, nem mesmo o universo, por muitas definições que se lhe consigam arranjar.  Pode até nem existir, ou ser tudo não mais que um espirro de um cão obrigado a comer um remédio em forma de biscoito.  Se existe ou não o dito universo, é outra questão.)



Estas horas da noite levam-nos para "outros universos", outros colos. Está na hora de recolher e deixar as estrelas caírem noutras cabeças. Boa noite.







(..se existir o universo? A existência de moscas, por exemplo, faz-me crer que sim. 
Quem iria querer imaginar tais seres? 
Fazem parte do eco-quê?  
E quem iria imaginar um eco-nãosei-dasquantas tão vasto?

Não. Deve existir mesmo, com moscas e tudo, 
inclusive os blocos de cimento que ostentam no lombo  
guarda-sóis, 
teimosamente, 
após uma das estrelas se esconder 
que se colocam, de forma mafarriquenta, ante os pés.
Quem iria inventar, por muito humor que tenha, as cabras das moscas?)








image: G. Almeida





(digo que vou recolher mas, só mais um pouco 
não me fará mal.  
Não será a primeira vez 
que adormeço de baixo de cadentes estrelas)

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It is, after all, a new moon out tonight
(not sure if it's really that new, but then again isn't it always 
as each day passes before our eyes?)




Good night.







image taken from a Nasa Video

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