Red Glassed Blackness
Up from the deep, through the silent heart of a single flower arises the one inconceivable pulse. Irresistible will.
To enter the lens of sense existence as a single mutable multicoloured idea.
Broken on the edge of mind. The beginning of knowing. Diffraction to this or that.
Each ray gathered by the magical bee of industry, delivered to every drop of the deep green Earth for fashioning on the bronzed anvil of sharp change. Idea takes form.
To’ing and fro’ing, touching and crashing, merging and smashing.
Out of this crucible of conflict, under the hammer of necessity, the eyes of being emerge. Each tone hammered out with unknowable will. Inscrutable purpose.
Under the light of the Sun we danced. Played and pained in the garden of green as this hue and that, multiplied, diversified. Signified. And it was good.
Accumulation. Congestion. Terminal mass. Implosion. Separation.
From the rivers of solid dark colour. Through the prism of liquid clarity.
Inevitable birth. As I in all things, as you and me.
Light the deep!