"And Those Who Were Dancing ..."
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fiat_knoxAnd those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.
-- Friedrich Nietzsche
This afternoon, on the threshold of the door, I stopped for a moment - a long moment - and savoured a sensation.
On my left, the sun shining warm upon my face.
On my right, the cold sting and tingle of wind and falling rain as the leading edge of a shower approached.
I stood there, occasionally looking at the spots of rain falling on the surface of a puddle in the ground in the road in front of me, glancing to my left to see the blue sky, the warm sun; and to the right, at the indistinct grey of an oncoming active shower. I closed my eyes for a moment; when I opened them, to the right there was a gorgeous full-arc rainbow.
Rainbow, plus wind coming at you, means "get indoors as quickly as you can."
A neighbour came past and gave me a funny, disapproving look. I simply showed him the sun one one side and the oncoming rain on the other; he had this expression of "Haven't you got something better to do than just stand around in the rain?"
I looked at him as if to say "No, unless it's trolling you."
So off he went, and I kind of whistled the soundtrack on my MP3 for a bit. No, I wasn't just admiring the rain. I felt as if I was summoning it.
It just went dark outside as I am typing this. :) Here comes more of that rain. No singing Eurythmics, please.
And when I got in ... well, I wrote a poem about this moment.
It's good to be a sensualist.
Within The Last Twenty Minutes
by Alex Greene
Currently playing as
I walk through
The door of my home -
Yellow Magic Orchestra
"Behind The Mask"
Blinds drawn
doors locked
Clothes just fly off as
I assume my natural attire
Clothes in public are
My shell; my cover
Disguising my self
My mind
(My being)
From the
Scrutiny of those who
Are unworthy to understand
Barefoot, the carpet feels
Warm, soft, firm beneath
My feet. The only place where
I can let my soles
(My soul)
Be tender
In a world which rewards
Tenderness with pain
Fear anger hurt hurt hurt
No flailing fists here
Just a thrashing body
Wild, open, empty space
Filled with motion
(Emotion)
As
My feet and body guide
My mind, for a change
(All change)
Air caressing me as
I hear the rain outside
Falling
My feet lead me through the door
Outside, to let the rain
Reign
(no reins)
Rain on my head
Rain on my body
Rain on my arms
Rain on cold floor bare feet
Upturned palms
Cold spiky delicious tingly
Wind chill breeze caress my skin
Shivers ecstatic as I dance
And let the rain
Carry me away
Standing still in the cold
Currents as spots become a
Flood
Chill body
Chill to the bone
But my heart still warm
And my face turned to
The heavens
Longing for Apotheosis
I smile
And touch it
Hard
-- Friedrich Nietzsche
This afternoon, on the threshold of the door, I stopped for a moment - a long moment - and savoured a sensation.
On my left, the sun shining warm upon my face.
On my right, the cold sting and tingle of wind and falling rain as the leading edge of a shower approached.
I stood there, occasionally looking at the spots of rain falling on the surface of a puddle in the ground in the road in front of me, glancing to my left to see the blue sky, the warm sun; and to the right, at the indistinct grey of an oncoming active shower. I closed my eyes for a moment; when I opened them, to the right there was a gorgeous full-arc rainbow.
Rainbow, plus wind coming at you, means "get indoors as quickly as you can."
A neighbour came past and gave me a funny, disapproving look. I simply showed him the sun one one side and the oncoming rain on the other; he had this expression of "Haven't you got something better to do than just stand around in the rain?"
I looked at him as if to say "No, unless it's trolling you."
So off he went, and I kind of whistled the soundtrack on my MP3 for a bit. No, I wasn't just admiring the rain. I felt as if I was summoning it.
It just went dark outside as I am typing this. :) Here comes more of that rain. No singing Eurythmics, please.
And when I got in ... well, I wrote a poem about this moment.
It's good to be a sensualist.
Within The Last Twenty Minutes
by Alex Greene
Currently playing as
I walk through
The door of my home -
Yellow Magic Orchestra
"Behind The Mask"
Blinds drawn
doors locked
Clothes just fly off as
I assume my natural attire
Clothes in public are
My shell; my cover
Disguising my self
My mind
(My being)
From the
Scrutiny of those who
Are unworthy to understand
Barefoot, the carpet feels
Warm, soft, firm beneath
My feet. The only place where
I can let my soles
(My soul)
Be tender
In a world which rewards
Tenderness with pain
Fear anger hurt hurt hurt
No flailing fists here
Just a thrashing body
Wild, open, empty space
Filled with motion
(Emotion)
As
My feet and body guide
My mind, for a change
(All change)
Air caressing me as
I hear the rain outside
Falling
My feet lead me through the door
Outside, to let the rain
Reign
(no reins)
Rain on my head
Rain on my body
Rain on my arms
Rain on cold floor bare feet
Upturned palms
Cold spiky delicious tingly
Wind chill breeze caress my skin
Shivers ecstatic as I dance
And let the rain
Carry me away
Standing still in the cold
Currents as spots become a
Flood
Chill body
Chill to the bone
But my heart still warm
And my face turned to
The heavens
Longing for Apotheosis
I smile
And touch it
Hard
