| No.40 "tonight, longest night" by George(12/25/2007) |
Dear Rin,
All night long I listen,
Listen to you, as water
listens to the earth.
The questions you ask( to whom or what?)
Are deep like the earth itself, questions of existence, questions that turn in upon
themselves and make us delve deeper and words, words only hint at what may be.
‘I’ is always coming into being and therefore does ‘I’ exist? Things appear as what is
finished and therefore exist. So we think and can we think about things.
A tiny seed becomes a tree. The man cuts the tree up into firewood. All winter long
keeps his family warm. Family, friends, whoever enters this abode. It warms the
body, warms the soul, I am warmed through and through by it. It is the earth, the
sun, the rain, the man’s labor, his good will, the air, the sky, the fire, the
home…I…who am I?...all of this flows into me, I am in all of it, all of it lives in me. Do I
exist? Do things exist? It is all, all or nothing. I am warm.
*I am not so concerned how if people may think this communication odd. It is a
celebration of imagination and whatever would like to join is warmly invited, but other
wise there is no reason for people to spend their time with it.
from George
Christmas day,2007
All night long I listen,
Listen to you, as water
listens to the earth.
The questions you ask( to whom or what?)
Are deep like the earth itself, questions of existence, questions that turn in upon
themselves and make us delve deeper and words, words only hint at what may be.
‘I’ is always coming into being and therefore does ‘I’ exist? Things appear as what is
finished and therefore exist. So we think and can we think about things.
A tiny seed becomes a tree. The man cuts the tree up into firewood. All winter long
keeps his family warm. Family, friends, whoever enters this abode. It warms the
body, warms the soul, I am warmed through and through by it. It is the earth, the
sun, the rain, the man’s labor, his good will, the air, the sky, the fire, the
home…I…who am I?...all of this flows into me, I am in all of it, all of it lives in me. Do I
exist? Do things exist? It is all, all or nothing. I am warm.
*I am not so concerned how if people may think this communication odd. It is a
celebration of imagination and whatever would like to join is warmly invited, but other
wise there is no reason for people to spend their time with it.
from George
Christmas day,2007