Blue
Blue. Liberty. How far are we really free?
Blue is the color associated with grief, as well as the color
of liberty. These long years I have thought alot about liberty
and I have experienced alot of grief. You see, there is
freedom in having nothing. There is also freedom in losing
everything. But how far are we really free? Let's say that we
find ourselves suddenly free of everything that we once had.
Can one live a different life? Be a different person? Can one
erase the past? How far are we free from feelings? Is love a
prison? Or is it freedom? The moment when we break our chains
and fly
free is probably the decisive moment when we see our
own face. Place: Stromboli, Italy. Date: June 2003.
I find it marvelous how fluidly cats are in their bodies,
while stretching, stalking, scratching, with a perfect sinewy
communication to every physical fiber of their being. Even
sleep is no exception to the cat's unbreakable mind-body link.
We might imagine that cats dream about mice, but I suspect
that their sleeping minds are as smooth and calm as a sailboat
on a blue, glassy sea. Place: Stromboli, Italy.
Date: June 2003.
Towards freedom. Wings beating frantically through the
labyrinths of our shattered lives. The most mournful pieces
become snagged on a wired beacon, ripping the flesh, while
other pieces fly gently away. What remains are our
essences,
glued in place with love and compassion. I have processed the
sorrows of the universe, and still I am
alive, even though,
sometimes, I do wonder. In fact, it was probably all a big nothing.
Place: Near Lisboa, Portugal. Date: June 2002.
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