flow

after a long silence brought about by my inability to maintain a state of silence within myself for even the shortest period of time as i failed miserably to reconcile the terms of my outer life with those of my inner life

i am bringing this blog back to a life it retreated from in may of this year

when i celebrated the life and music of gil scott-heron.

as the older sister of a blog also long dormant entitled "gone to earth", "flow" holds a place in my heart with

its purpose being to share insight accompanied by images of simple beauty. i welcome other possibilities and have a sense that they may need voice and so - here i am.

where the mother blog "the golden fish" posts on a daily basis, "flow" has a more relaxed approach to posts being driven by what makes itself available to the writer.

welcome back to those of you who have maintained the connection and to those of you new here - welcome!

i'm new here

two versions

of the same song

could it be that twins

are as convergent

and divergent as this?

could it be that music

was never meant

to emerge from one mouth

one pair of hands

that in its

own telling of the story of itself

it knows no map

to define its journey

follows no signposts

that don't lead away from itself

this song

the words of a man

sung by a man

acccompanied by a man

tell the story of the space

between who we are

and who we wish to be

and then of how

those places

are inseparable

my love to gil's family and friends and admirers who felt his wings as he flew away yesterday

with credits to "smog".

with enough rain

these stones

placed as carefully as stones will allow

i can call each one

a day

a moment

an experience

i can imagine

each stone

has been placed

to contain the soil

of my self

with enough rain

those stones will bulge outwards

and collapse

revealing the rich world

they have so succesfully contained