Imagine a fine brass bowl
Sitting on a lawn, aligned to its Immediate Local Longitude Looking, expectantly, at the place Where, that day, the sun will reach its peak in the local sky.
At dawn the bowl is dark. Soon, sun rising, a sliver of gleam dances on her western edge Then the crescent crescendoing, filling the bowl smoothly, In infinitely small increments, Reflecting the earth’s rotation, as She dances with the Sun Through the Cosmos.
Soon enough, and momentarily, the bowl is full.
Knowing this, the bowl rings with sound and sees itself in that Moment, filled with Radiance.
And then a crescent of shadow forms on the western lip, decrescendoing into midnight.
The ringing diminishes, the eye closes
As others, westerly, awake, see and sing.
Imagine these place moments connected by Instantaneous noosphere nerves, so that their Accumulated songs and images in harmonious sometimes cacophony make an Endless cycle of hearing, seeing, and knowing, Showing us ourselves - Herself, Endless,
Where we are, are coming from, going. |
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