I awoke today…
I stepped down the stairs and walked to the couch for a seat, where I raised my head and in the vision, lost myself…
As I stare out the window at the dance of snow which swirls to blizzard proportions with such magnitude as to envelope the entire neighborhood, my mind becomes entangled by the undulations of the numbing whiteness that consumes the objects of my perception.
Millions of tiny crystalline matrices of frozen precipitate, neither coming nor going, yet incessantly increasing in number, fill my vision and incapacitates my mind to the extent that I no longer distinguish past and present - time is as illusive as the space between the flakes.
I continue watching the infinite maze of snowflakes accumulate into a fog reducing creation into a fine white particulate, and all efforts to supplement depth, distance, dimension - something! - to this cold and mesmerizing oblivion are lost as the mind searches for the comforting sense of the old familiar reality which is so predictably taken for granted.
And for a moment I am that storm. An irreplaceable, irreproducible, unique and original moment that takes precedence over all thought and precludes preconception, but invites all into the tranquil serenity of Being.
Listening intently, I hear the snow spray against the glass as though beside the house there was a waterfall over which torrents of dense powder flowed to the ground with an explosive impact and ricochet nearly every angle of the house.
In the wind, the crooked branches of the trees wave restlessly like the raised hands of a skeletal audience applauding the winter catastrophe in its unbridled splendor.
As the storm subsides its residual effects are evident everywhere the blanket of soft whiteness is penetrated by the dark contrasting edges of objects minimally exposed, and like a lake with turtles whose noses breach the surface for air
I stepped down the stairs and walked to the couch for a seat, where I raised my head and in the vision, lost myself…
As I stare out the window at the dance of snow which swirls to blizzard proportions with such magnitude as to envelope the entire neighborhood, my mind becomes entangled by the undulations of the numbing whiteness that consumes the objects of my perception.
Millions of tiny crystalline matrices of frozen precipitate, neither coming nor going, yet incessantly increasing in number, fill my vision and incapacitates my mind to the extent that I no longer distinguish past and present - time is as illusive as the space between the flakes.
I continue watching the infinite maze of snowflakes accumulate into a fog reducing creation into a fine white particulate, and all efforts to supplement depth, distance, dimension - something! - to this cold and mesmerizing oblivion are lost as the mind searches for the comforting sense of the old familiar reality which is so predictably taken for granted.
And for a moment I am that storm. An irreplaceable, irreproducible, unique and original moment that takes precedence over all thought and precludes preconception, but invites all into the tranquil serenity of Being.
Listening intently, I hear the snow spray against the glass as though beside the house there was a waterfall over which torrents of dense powder flowed to the ground with an explosive impact and ricochet nearly every angle of the house.
In the wind, the crooked branches of the trees wave restlessly like the raised hands of a skeletal audience applauding the winter catastrophe in its unbridled splendor.
As the storm subsides its residual effects are evident everywhere the blanket of soft whiteness is penetrated by the dark contrasting edges of objects minimally exposed, and like a lake with turtles whose noses breach the surface for air
created jan 16 2006 12:34 pm ~ pic feb 07
