Selfielessness – The state of being without selfie.
Selfielessness in The Winter
is a Still State of Being -
without a selfie.
Just like an old photograph that has become empty of context and full of mystery, where has the Self gone ?
Who took this photograph ?
Why was it taken ?
For whom was it taken ?
even if it just for the Self.
Can the Self be without context ?
Can it find
justification in unification
Try naming The Other
without naming your Self –
Like a Winter without a Summer,
The only Seasons are Snow and Ice,
Forever changing, forever the same.
a wind that grows butterfly wings
while ice crystals blue-white soul-sings
the Never-ending Random
Capture Selfinessless & Find the Other.
Note: This is a free form hyper-linked prose poem . The links provide sources, ideas and connections & expanded context to the piece.
Label this one “Box Camera Photos Taken While Dreaming”.
I remember it as if it was yesterday, I took the old box camera with me beyond the fields we know to where the dreams border the fable farms and faerie courts ramble in the moon glens.
The boughs of the synchronicity willows were heavy with fruit. The Abstraction Spheres were swollen and ripe. They drifted down , leaving a scented trail of moebius strips. Bobbing up and down, they hung in the air vibrating to the music of the faerie as they played.
Dancers spin wild delight
rhythms of Morpheus weave shadow-spheres
colours twist to musicians’ magics
spell -hoard , crystal strings sing,
soul-anchor slides into the depths,…….
Where was I,…. ah yes, just place them over there next to The Mirror of The Martian Muse and The Unicorn Tail Rug.
Looking on, snowy
elephant’s head observes white
creation flowing -
curving recesses .
A long white beard pours,
looks down at frigid darkness
sharp hairs pierce the air –
Time sits still in cold
corners, hidden in crevices
King Eternity –
abstractly weighs the moment,
waiting to shift feet.