They say the universe is streaming out so fast we can’t see the light of it, but we imagine it.  Vast gleaming stars reflected in our own still stream of deep water thoughts, prayers and doubts and tears.  The tinkling bell bird calls from the trees past the bridge. The calling bell at the mountain top deep rings to bridge that thought, that if only we look down we might frightened see the mighty electric eel of desire through our reflected selves.

We might meet on that bridge one day and holding hands, suddenly forget the birds, the bells and the mighty deep and look out to the star’s so fast away into the sky their light has not yet reached, the bridge.

Photo: Tersiiska : flickr copyright 2014

This work is fictional – all rights reserved CJSmith 2014

 

I feel strange in the presence of iron or mountains.  Both drag thoughts to the side of my head.  Their cold gravity tilts the world like a waterfall. Like the swish of water in a bowl when your thoughts splash over to the other side / staying tilted until you grab the iron in your hand and  feel the black cold weight balancing against the bronze measure.  Or lean against the cliff face to feel the cold mineral gravity of mind by the side of the ocean.

Thoughts are like grains of sand or gold or other precious metals or is it the decisions made from them.

Yet we measure and contrast, balance and decide throughout life to help and to admonish, to laugh and to love to give and receive in kind.

 

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photo by kind permission flickr:tersiiska.