Wednesday, May 28, 2008

if i were the wind, would i be a hurricane?

15 comments:

organiparadox said...

i don't know, would you?

anne artist said...

is it not inherent to wind that it can be a breeze, a hurricane, so still as to be unnoticeable, a tornado, etc? that it can toss hail and rain as easily as houses?

if so, how do i as wind live with the diversity of expression latent within me?

if i become a tornado, won't i have to live with the houses lying in ruins?

am i not only the wind but what it touches?

organiparadox said...

just express in whatever mode you find yourself...if you second guess yourself, you aren't being the wind

anne artist said...

so if i am in a hurricane mode, then express it?

organiparadox said...

can you suppress it?....it's like water under pressure....it will find the one place to leak......and good that it does....otherwise you would explode. Go ahead, be the hurricane...especially with the ones you love the most.....eventually you will see how you hurt them, and you will find another way...especially if your hurricane encounters a vacuum where your expression is meaningless.
When Kali was on a rampage, on her way to destroying the world, what did Shiva do? Did he fight fire with fire? Did he become a hurricane? No, he laid down on the battlefield, and when Kali came to him, it woke her up to see her loverman laying down his life for her...it was the only "thing" that could have stopped her....her own awakening to her own hurricane nature, and her own "stopping" it. Otherwise, it just festers and breeds. Yes, express your hurricane, and then hope that someone loves you enough to not blow back.

anne artist said...
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anne artist said...

yes. her own awakening to her own hurricane nature, as you say. if i were the wind, would i be aware of my nature and if so, find another way?

is it possible to hurt another, be a hurricane, and not hurt oneself? is the wind not impacted by the force of her own winds and the destruction she sees? can she rustle the leaves of trees that are felled? will birds who have died soar in her updrafts? will she be able to playfully toss a person's hair without that person remembering a home in shambles?

organiparadox said...

we are all hurricanes
destroying in our forgetfulness
we are all rustling leaves
and candle flames dancing
from a child's whisper

in my hair there is a breeze
then the hair jerked out by the roots
we are all gentle breezes
and violent spasms of grief
from the jerking

raging currents
and a tear drop
are the same essence
you are impacted
you learn
you gain control
then it's gone

the sun
then the shadow
first the fire
then the light
then nothing
you ruin my house
then build
then ruin your house
then I build
for you
birds will die
then thrive in your updraft
they will remember
only love
you will remember
only love
i will remember
only love
because
there is
only love
it's that simple

it's a choice
you make
and I make
to remember
and forget
this is truth
sad? maybe
real? for sure
paradoxical? yep
f#cked up? no
otherwise, there is no choice

there is no perfection
just forgiveness
rebuilding
and the choice
to love

in each moment we choose
and thankfully
sometimes
we remember

anne artist said...

life is a circle?

organiparadox said...

a never ending birthing of hope and decay..a constant dying-into and not-knowing of everything and nothingness, grief and gladness, hopefulness and utter despair, not a circle, a lemniscate, ever evolving
and moving, ever becoming, never arriving, yet always right on time

anne artist said...

a new word for me...lemniscate.......i do like it and the image.

the "ever becoming, never arriving, yet always on time" the hurricane in the gentle breeze, the slightest sigh of wind in the midst of a tornado. and beyond all that.

if i were the wind, would i play with it all? would i believe it was all one big sandbox?

organiparadox said...

if you were the wind
you would be the wind
you would not ask what to do
or feel remorse when limbs snapped
or feel delight in a dancing candle flame
you would feel wind-ness
and bliss
in a job well done
when you blew
but......
you are not the wind
you are anne artist
part time hurricane destroyer
part time gentle breeze lover
part time knower
part time wanderer

anne artist said...

and part time asker of paradoxical questions.....

organiparadox said...

aaaaaaaahhhh
the wind

anne artist said...

yes