When "Is"0 arrives at midnight!
A friend of mine took this shot at midnight of me- I was thinking of our world our new Prez and seemed to have just a bit of a ghost around the thought here-the haze looks trapped and old like smoke- just for fun-he doesn't know a thing too much about photography but grabbed the camera and took the shot- I do like the effect and the catch
as if thought was suspended inside space-
Charlotte,
I'm taken with your photograph, a glimpse in between the tick-tock of passing time. The
is. This is what
is means. It happens at midnight in a gap in the moments. Then despite everything that seems, we are left with a mirror
is,
Is, what is, that which is, a naked vision of ourselves.
For a moment, the dried bird sings!
Do not look for her,
Do not look aside, that's your mirror,
The vision of "inevitable defeat"!
Do not remove the ashtray and make this "clean"
That's not what is!
The midnight moment
That gap in moments that arrives unheralded
Saying "
This, is, what it is!
Could, would and should are banished!
No fatastasms allowed, banished!"
Your distractions and the smoke
That firebrand weapon against what is, banished!
The naked vision of self comes through
Fragile, defenseless drifting downstream
on the
"Is", the bateau
Is,
a dried leaf disassembling meandering,
"See! orchards and painted women buying rings,
and men with beards and collected things."
The midnight moment pries apart the second hand of the clock
That's when the
Is visits and shows you a mirror.
And they'll come too, each on twirling, swirling passing leaves,
Armadas of delusions, defying the drowning darkness.
Tick-tock, tick tock,
is is what is.
Watch for that gap in time, and see vapor clinging to the river.
Fashioned for Charlotte at this moment!
Asher
