"Moon Labyrinth"© 2009from The Spidey-Hole Series / Autumn Missed Subset
"I thought only of the Earth. It was the Earth that caused each of us to be that someone he was rather than someone else: up there, wrested from the Earth, it was as if I were no longer that I, nor she that She, for me. I was eager to return to the Earth, and I trembled at the fear of having lost it. The fulfillment of my dream of love had lasted only that instant when we had been united, spinning between Earth and Moon; torn from its earthly soil, my love now knew only the heart-rending nostalgia for what it lacked: a where, a surrounding, a before, an after.
Cosmicomics / The Distance of the Moon (1965)
"#8, Blue Moon"© 2009
"Autumn Missed Subset"
from the Convenient Non-locality Series©
I have studied the speculative history of the ancient labyrinth, and its close connection to the moon, the myths of the moon, and to rituals related to the moon. Fascinating stuff. Made more fascinating because of the thought-filled conjecture surrounding the study. So much History lost beneath the dust and sea. So much History twisted and knotted. For example, the fourteen turns of the Cretan Labyrinth are supposedly connected to the fourteen phases of the astrological moon cycle. The arguments are compelling and the evidence rich and dense. But who's to say?
Right in this moment, however, I am more interested in my more localized notions of the phrases of the moon: moments of awareness where I bask completely in the light, times of tumbling headlong into the abyss of darkness. I turn and am illuminated, but only as part of me is exposed to the void. I turn again and am caught between the fullness of being and the uncertainty of the new. Waxing and waning.
Apogee and perigee.
For (you see) whatever History dictates, whatever fate portends, for however the tides pull - this,
this is my walk.
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"La Luna"© 2009
From "The Systemic Amazement Factorial"©
"Storytelling reveals meaning without committing the error of defining it."
Please enjoy this musical interlude: for all my Huckleberry friends...........and me.
Next: "Invisible Architecture and the Road Home".