To Nag

2024 Author: Harry Day | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 15:43

How cool it is sometimes to sit down and cut something like that. Slowly, open the channels and just move your fingers and eyes, transferring the meaning to something that can bear this burden.

The beauty.

Not so long ago I noted that it is beautiful. Look straight ahead at what is, as I can, and see what I see. Notice the beauty and not try to grab it, notice and immediately release it, do not hold it with your tenacious gaze. To release beauty in order to become free yourself and see how beautiful it really is - not to resist the freedom of another next to me.

Calmness.

Breathe out of yourself and feel in your lungs this vacuum, which does not tolerate emptiness, and calls the air back home. The air is my prisoner, and when it goes free, I feel lightness and emptiness inside me. This moment is so amazing in its horror that it gives me a sense of calmness, as if "everything is over, here it is, silence", but something in me fancies panic and my lungs invade the surrounding silence with their force of compulsion, filling me with someone else's emptiness. As if my calmness comes at the moment of getting rid of someone else's that has not become mine, exhale and I am clean, I am empty, I am free. Breathe in and I'm empty again. Calmly, breathe, inhale, exhale.

Noise.

Sounds tell me that I am not alone. In total silence do I find my whole self? This is a question and it sounds like a pulse in my head. Sometimes you want everything to be quiet, and sometimes you want to listen to the hum to know that everything is in order. Sound is a wave. The wave carries energy and in silence I switch to something else that feeds me. In silence, I can open my secret engine, a silent scream that blows away everything in the universe like a hurricane. Does this silent voice tell me the same as the sound that I hear? I hear something different in their sounds. This is how the soul sounds, inaudible to anyone, but in such a way that it blows the roof off.

Severity.

What is this anyway? Yesterday it was hard, today it is easy, where did the weight go and where did the lightness come from? It's hard to talk about severity. I feel it as something non-existent within my world of feeling, i.e. when it is hard for me I do not feel that it is easy for me, or "possible". From the opposite? Maybe. I have nothing to catch on to, this concept crushes and if there are no semantic supports in the form of feasible feelings, then it crushes everything, I lose connection with the object. The severity is as if passport control is on the border with meaning, if a clear photo is not visible in the representation of oneself, then the border of awareness is closed, the severity crushed me.

The saw cuts while being guided by the hand of the person looking at the tree.