Tuesday, May 05, 2009
When I am the prize
Somewhere in the distance, where time and infinite time…and space and void-like space meet, there is a prize. Maybe, there’s a golden bird, or a beautiful musical note that trembles like mercury on the tip of one’s finger. There is a bush that maybe blooms with children’s laughter or a lake that’s dense with the colour of hibiscus. Maybe there, poetry lives in a tree-house architected by imagination. Somewhere in the distance, in a place I don’t know, there is a prize that today’s moments covet. That’s why they are rushing there like the wind. Leaving me behind. To be blown and scattered standing. Someday, they will return. Because these fragmented pieces will be the spot…the one where time and infinite time…and space and void-like space meet.
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5 comments:
This broadened my aesthetic experience. Thanks so much.
hi kama,
thank you!
what a beautiful verse-like prose .. :)
hey omni, thanks!
The void the empty space such an illusion it is but really so alluring. The attraction of the unknown and the unpredictable which we just want to happen, pray to happen and really really beg to happen. That reminds me of John Keats’ Grecian Urn
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:
So wonderful is the notion that one just gets drowned in the beauty of the moment to come or even not to come but really dear to the heart.
The point where things become unimportant and unrealistic and only the feel remains, after all, isn’t it all about ‘just feeling’.
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