AS A TOWN AWAKENS

A town awakens...

The weeping willow everyone talks about blows over a bit in the morning breeze. Its branches are like paint brushes without an artist’s hand, or an invisible one, -that try and stroke the air, the stationary lines of rooftops that lead up to the cumulus clouds. And what of those clouds? They do move, but it doesn’t seem like that is the case. The far fronts of them are whiter than white- there is no word- they are a preternatural brightness. In behind, shadows, inlets, estuaries and bays of the sky- and why not, as the firmament is blue anyhow? Fans sound. 

The gratings and asphalt are dry, - silent, unused now. One crow, from nowhere, comes between the tree and the roof, - then another, and then a third. Three crows in the exact same pattern. It is morning for them also after all. Electrical lights off to slumber, - and animals sit in houses positioned under streaks of sunlight- bathing, worshiping in their own manner. Maybe they are bored or simply placid, languid, content in being. As the clouds move down there is a perceptual trick and the roof seems to be moving up into the sky.

 Something caws. They are talking. Everything is talking. In non-duality even talking is occuring in silence. That is one thing. Secondly- there is no such thing as cause and effect- though to the uninitiated this is difficult if not impossible to discern. Nevertheless, there is no separation between anything- in fact, such a separation is scientifically impossible. This includes us. It’s just an evolutionary tool, the idea of self- and it is not completely invalid, but can travel though lifetimes. What else is there? And then the cars, trucks, - one that goes around and is haughty, prideful, - enough so to run a full red light in order to get where it is going. These are the problems, even within the oneness- that appear. There is a strip plaza,- and we shall have to visit soon- for there are not one but two interesting stores- there are wares and books and esoteric

stones,- dream catchers myriad in color, texture, size. Odd bracelets, talismans, anklets, rings, necklaces, notes, cards, wind-chimes, amulets, book-ends, pamphlets, musical bowls, pyramids, posters, incense and candles, soaps, and even practitioners  themselves.

One of the places is minimalist, serene, empty- Zen like- and it works well. The other is full, colorful, vibrant, hustle and bustle and somehow it also works well. So many paths to the proverbial and figurative mountaintop of awareness. And not a one of them can substitute, really, - time, the time that it takes to arrive at no-time. But not to worry- everything is on schedule by either a hidden hand or else simply the organic whole itself. And the town…its parts begin to move- to come to light- to be inhabited and to inhabit- church, shop, street, and step.


All of this and more as a town awakens....

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