Only the Wind Remained

This particular piece pulls on the imagination, keeping it nimble & energized. Indeed I’ve attempted to format this week’s poem –presented in the video above– within the parameters of modern poetry, thus it has been stripped of measure & rhyme, which ain’t all that bad really. In a way it prods one to write with gusto; a dancer who suspends their technique is compelled to be all that more spontaneous while dancing. Before you watch the video do consider this for a moment: What is the energy that goes into being spontaneous? Really think hard about it if you will. You may notice how it flows ever so dynamically. As electricity can manifest at any given moment in space, so does this spontaneous nature exist in our minds. Surely we are all geniuses just waiting to happen. What my muse is trying to convey in the video above is that our neural networks need not be limited to our biosphere. We are free to make mental connections with that which goes beyond locality and this very moment in time. What a beautiful image to behold but to contemplate the very force & principle that animates and sustains this cosmic entity in which we find ourselves as codependent & transient agents. How this primal energy embodies the most rigid elements of matter, allowing for appearance & will, while simultaneously possessing the potential to implode into its own universe in the twinkling of an eye. Such is the beauty that is snuffed out if we keep to the impulse to give measure to everything; i.e. if we reduce phenomena into neat little categories that keep us playing ‘I spy with my little eye’. Therefore my muse encourages us to imagine a bomb fire of transcendent light, so large that the wind itself cannot help but give it sustenance. That is the vision which awaits you in my video production if you but sever the chains that bind and interrupt the neural networks that cement you into complacency.

Love & light,

JY

 

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