Saturday, March 12, 2011

It's hidden, I tell you! It's hidden and meaningful...

This hiddenness which lays beyond me like a curtained window breathes depth through all manifestations of being world. The tree - just so - excreting oxygen and pulling mineral by mineral from the replenishing soil. This reflection of being is dumb meaning, assigned to mute things which exist comfortably within themselves. But there is nonetheless not specific "themselves" but collective movements and risings, culminations, transformations. The tree and sulfur light, sidewalk and invasive grass finding a place from these solid impositions. This is becoming...



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