Thursday, March 24, 2005

From the archives ...

(From the archives ... The opening piece of writing from my 1st solo multimedia exhibition 2001: INtroDUCTION).

There is light in you.
There is childhood in you.
There is the way you believe in wishing.
Fragments of the good old days, good old ways.
Fragments of a letter ... to me, to you, to All, to God.
Fragments of the Whole.
Whatever you (don't) see, feel, think, understand or experience is up to you.
So don't just look.
Take/make time to see, feel, think, question, do.
Take off your shoes and walk The Path.
Unfold like a flower.
Look at the same thing and see difference.
Transformation, reincarnation from old forms to new.
Every day is a birth day.
Every second: birth, rebirth, regeneration (of self, subject/object, other).
Make yourself into Something.
You are (not) just what you are.
The closed box has something in it.
The caterpillar crawls out of her body and into a new one without changing who she is.
This fast forward world that flies in the name of convenience is leaving itself behind.
Who sits still/still sits
and enjoys the setting Sun?

- Happy Hippy -


Anonymous Anonymous said...

The poem makes a formation? Was that intentional or just by chance?

question the moment!

4:03 PM  
Blogger Elspeth said...

Not intentional.

6:51 AM  

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