Saturday, September 12, 2009

the world like a passer-by

"newberry window" william conger 1990.

"i sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes." rabindranath tagore

there are days when the world passes by as i sit and listen to the sound of my own voice. the voice unpacks the days and nights - useless heaps of information and experience that shouldn't have happened, don't need to be there, have no value. somehow they fill an emptiness - it's the emptiness that i seek.

in that emptiness is all the fullness i've ever craved - the fullness that has occupied my every waking thought and which i have tried to fool myself into believing has been fulfilled through all the transitory distractions this world has to offer.

sometimes i just want to sit and look through the window of steven and hear nothing. nothing at all. and then allow the allness of everything to flood in.


  1. it seems that that kind of emptiness comes to one practicing meditation and/or a 40-day kriya to affect change. Intensive labor always brings one to total mindfulness which is empty of everything else.
    I love the newberry window; I was wondering if the mandala was the window of Steven?

  2. Oh I do that all the time. I love to see the world make an ass out of themselves.

  3. hello margaret, thanks for your comments here. when i turned thirty three my work turned as well from aimless to directed. "to be in this world but not of it". a sufi maxim. my work has been to embody it. but how to do that given the practical, familial, cultural, recreational deistractions that abound in my life and especially towards which i am drawn? there's the challenge. the mandala's not mine - there'll be some from my hands and heart soon though!!! have a peaceful day. steven

  4. ahhhhh qmm, i love your directness!!!!! that made me smile that's for sure. steven