In
a visual culture,
we
share what we can see
by
where our attention goes,
kissing
up to symbols.
In
an auditory situation,
we
deftly hear what can be heard
by
imagining that listen and location
are
the tasks at hand.
In
a touching encounter,
we
feel for the nurturance
coming
forth from where
touch
appears to occur.
In
an eye to eye,
we
let the light share
be
the beam
in
wide eyes towards empty fullness.
In
an instance,
we
allow the timelessness
to
seep in, breaking down
the
supposed boundaries
of
our false protection and precision.
In
an inner voice,
comes
the affinity
of
at least, a familiarity of tone,
if
not even topic and conclusion
but
not without
the
potential entrapment
from
our assumptions
that
always seems to go,
unmentioned
. . .
Our
creativity is freedom,
coming
forth in connectivity,
without
regard for sunrise or sunset.
All
of this is wondrous,
floating-sinking,
vying-settling,
attuning
yet randomly still.
All,
as if this,
in
a visual culture all,
had
a handle to it
and
our experience as method,
was
the only grasping at,
available,
for
what already is in hand . . .
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