MOMENT
Hello Reader,
As I opened my computer this morning on the couch morning sun was directly hitting to my face
felt like a cat and than I saw my own reflection on the screen
staring back at me behind these words that I am writing to you...
I take a good look at it...a battered face which carries the marks of many epic battles
many loss and many wins....many nothingness....hopeful in his hopeless looks
I tried to love myself from the distant....my shell looks good...
it was not it looked like 25 years ago, but its still rocking
I cannot say the same thing for my soul...
as I gaze deep inside I become more content
with the things I find inside....the things I transformed
and the things I protected...
its been a while I am not writing
not because I don't want to write
nor I don't have anything to write
I was just fighting with the ghosts of yesterday
though during this break I came to realize the moment more
not "the moment", "moment"
the "moment" of the "moment"
think it like a glimpse of an infinite frame in your mind...
the moment you came to realize the amazement of complexity and beauty of each frame you experience
with your story telling brain....
regardless of the shitty things, drama, lack and pain you are going through
you will be still amazed in the beauty and uniqueness and potential
each of these moments carry....
as you grasp the enormity of the entropy you generate by simply being in the universe
you gave a thousand times more attention to each of these frames
instead of looking back to past
nor waiting the future
things that have this huge complexity cannot be transcribed into words with all the available words of all the languages
we need to do it in a more simpler way
just like a haiku
very oversimplified explanation of overcomplex reality
"the meaning" is not meant to be understood
because its a frame of frame of frame of frame of frame of frame...in the flow where you can focus on infinite number of details in infinite times....
every "moment" is infinity
there is not enough place in the universe to store this infinite information
an information which comes into reality as you focus to that "information" in the moment
a white butterfly landed
on my flower
as I dream the
pain of your dream
of kissing your
ruby lips
King H. Ironson
I have been very rusty on the book department, I simply stopped doing them
though I started to work on them again, I completed 2 books
soon I will give you the links...
as I was browsing the old books I came by one of my beloved poets
masters of master "Omar Khayyam"
These are two of the rubaiyats of him that I love... (11 and 47)
"Here
with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,
A
Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse—and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness—
And
Wilderness is Paradise now."
(Rubaiyat XI - RUBAIYAT OF OMAR KHAYYAM By Omar Khayyam, Rendered into English Verse, By Edward Fitzgerald 1859)
"And
if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press,
End
in the Nothing all Things end in—Yes—
Then fancy while Thou art, Thou art but what
Thou
shalt be—Nothing—Thou shalt not be less."
(Rubaiyat XLVII - RUBAIYAT OF OMAR KHAYYAM By Omar Khayyam, Rendered into English Verse, By Edward Fitzgerald 1859)
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