transmission 10 - i of the storm
Words swirl into whirlpools of narrative carried in eddies, tides, and flows.. sometimes they carry waves of knowing the unknown and sometimes we can get swept away in them. Sometimes they rage into storms of identity but just as with hurricanes of wind and water- the eye of a storm has no reality in and of itself. Comprehension of the form of the eye is held not in the eye of the storm because the eye (or I) has no physical existence apart from the order and patterning of the matter which it imbues with energy..
here in, eye breathe and blow winds and words
to sing songs of serpent-birds
where the within becomes without
an opening between
certainty and doubt
without the eye of doubt
that becomes within
an infinite regress
of original sin..
in this moment,
both the beginning and end
(the acoustic songs are by me,
when in full bloom we call it dissolution-23 )