Saturday, September 27, 2014

transversing negative space of parallels


"fiction is truth half told to shape a perception of what is not there in one reality, yet exists in another.  a parallel universe of sorts.  though parallels never come to the same point, either."   

anna m.

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a story begins.   in one such parallel.   in one such perception. 

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through emptiness of a soul lost, came search for new meaning in an unexplainable trilogy of existence which has elements of the known, the believed and the desired

realizations of tangibles in life are the known, to which there are no questions of what they are or are not. 

there are questions on meaning here, but meaning is separate from tangible. 

meaning bridges the known to the believed, in a dystopic journey of frustration from fact to faith.  

however, the believed comes from the desire to understand infinite reality beyond the known, often based on its elements. 

this is faith. 

death may be a door to another parallel, but this other parallel is not a known; it is a combination of the believed and the desired

there is only belief, and belief in existence or nonexistence of another parallel does require faith, either way. 

the theists and non-theists may argue, but there is no such thing as not having belief, you either believe something is or is not, unless the known can prove it through a tangible.

theoretical writings of theology and thealogy do little to help, as they are either myth or perceived fact, dependent upon one's concepts learned or discovered of the parallel of an unknown that can only be believed. 

it may or may not exist. 

however, it's the desired which may be the most wicked of all, as it drives madness into the artists, philosophers and dreamers. 

though seemingly unattainable, yet not always, the desired could be a fictional or parallel reality. 

this parallel, when beyond fiction, is often found hidden deep within one's self, suppressed from the pressure and non-acceptance from societal norms. 

but, the desired can often be no more explained nor rationalized than the believed within the minds of the mad. 

yet it was through a drawing class when a quest to capture the desired was piqued once more. 

it came from defining negative space, drawing an object's image from what it is not, which is a constant theme in approaches to poetry, writing and life, which all attempt to explain the known

a philosophical approach in discovery and description comes through finding what something, or someone, is by bringing forth what it is not.  

symbiosis between drawing and writing occurs in sketching objects without looking at the graphite or paper, only looking at the object, in order to actually see what exists while connecting the brain with the hand. 

combined with negative space, writing is enhanced by seeing what something is and then describing what it is not by removing a writer from the alterations and perceptions created from limits of human remembrance. 

it was from this that a love for poetry and written word was reborn through understanding and defining objects with negative space.

and so now, with this, it is the time to find anna

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she's here. 

within the white of the page. 

a parallel, of sorts. 

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the story begins...

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white may be an absence of all color...

...but white is a canvas for a soul to draw out what is within its grasp...

by darkening what is not. 

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she calls...

EjG

Thursday, September 04, 2014

in a time of silence...

books regarding an ancient religion from lands of the celtic north rest on a reading table next to me, as night sounds mix softly with gentle sounds of music and a constant infusion of cool night air...my study of the goddess and a search for the feminine divine has suspended for a brief moment in time's existence only to be resumed in the morrow...

...the autumnal equinox and mabon are close at hand...finishing out the seasons to allow only a few short weeks before the celebrations of a new time around the samhain begin the year once more.

celebrations of life cycles, the sun, cycles of the moon, and the wondrousness of the earth and her beauty only come upon those who search and experience it from a full awareness of her existence...

...a new chapter in my journey, that started in a time long since past when youth was not as elusive as it seems to be now, has begun once more...

and as I have spent the last months of this summer's season, searching for some inner personal truth and understanding, the capability to finally control my mind and quell internal demons of past remembrances seems to be taking its due course and coming to a long awaited journey's end... 

...this now allows for a freeing of my mind and spirit to finally face that which it has questioned all along, stemming from a troubled, conflicted identity and constant questioning of the soul's beliefs...with a brain now finally clear of hindrances placed upon it from the continual, self-inflicted iniquities once used to silence its demons, its chaos and its frustration from not knowing what belief and identity are to me, plaguing my searching soul, my being now focuses on finding new answers...though questions lead to more questions...no answers can be provided except from what has been understood from a soul's intersection with the younger self, talking self and deep self...i'm now learning how to understand and listen to this inner trinity of existence and understanding...

while there is no finality in what it is i am, there is a beginning to an understanding of personal identity and what belief really is to this conflicted soul...and there is a personal revelation of what was blocking this search for truth within...it came out of a separation from the wholesomeness of earth, a cleansing from the forest and her trees, the deep self speaking through guitar strings, and the existentialism of poetry presenting pictures of thought for something to grasp onto in the days of endlessly looking for a horizon that cannot be seen from the clutter too often in the way...

...though in days of recent past my soul has been torn away from all this, confused by what it is i do not understand of my identity coupled by the relentless stare into the night winds and sky searching for meaning of the desired path set forth for me, i now am on a new journey of discovery...

i was unable to describe or explain this until now, however, scatteredness of thought may prevent some clarity at this point...and though i was going to start a new blog, i have decided that crossroads at sunrise was where this, and me, needed to be...a search for meaning and understanding was its genesis...now, a rebirth comes once more...

...a recent silence provided the break from deep shame and an ability to discover that which needs to be brought forward to present as thought once more...and quite possibly, discussion...in order to come to an understanding within... 

my camomile tea now steams into the early morning stillness surrounding its silence with sensuousness and serenity...

EjG