* I am like the oxy-acetylene torch *
My one and only trip in the midsummer of 1966 opened my eye to the unlimited raw power that is expressed by living organisms and through their ways of being, the spectacular raw beauty of that power.
It was a single gateway experience which gave me a view into reality that ordinarily is ordinary.
Only look and see. For me ordinariness is a veil that signs me toward a transcendental reality, permanently a-flame with the constant coalescences of transient life.
It’s so very directly described in the thundering cadences of Dylan Thomas’s ‘Through the Green Fuse’, and it’s shot through William Blake’s ‘The Țyger’. It is too, contained in the loveliness of e.e. cummings poem:
‘ may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know ‘.
My mind ordinarily is prone to drag me through thickets of shattered glass thoughts. I have the ability to allow the tortuous undergrowth to melt away and let the tearing sharpness backflip into the void from whence it came.
On an instant, “Pop!” I am like the oxy-acetylene torch… ignited!
In such moments, there is nothing standing between my passion and the experience of my passion, I see my heart is on fire with flames, beautiful fluttering sun-orange flickering flames which consume nothing
~ Love is present EveryNow
The View at 72+ 