April 26, 2007
On the breeze last week came the scent of irises. (The scent … is one of the most complex and elusive, weaving in metallic violets and snow covered roots. It is a melancholy fragrance by its nature.) Now sitting out in the dark morning, the gentle breeze plays bar keep and mixes its aromas, raises the possibilities, metallic, rooty iris with the cinnamon fruity-damask of the Lilian Austin rose in all its labial salmon.
The complex of morning began within this complexity of fragrance and a Marguerite Duras story about an ancient woman from Bugue on the Vezere River. Then having completed the morning’s ablutions and other nurturing chores such as misting the Bonsai and orchids, I felt an upward call. And so with the birds I recited the prayers reading: Mene mene tekel parsin: You have been weighed in the balances and found wanting. It is a verdict worthy of most all.
The weight of things, men with failing livers in hospital beds, others with severe pains in places of dishonor consequent to treatments for deadly diseases, women with Alzheimer’s, deployed soldiers: the demands of saying you are in my prayers, the vertiginous, the muscular, and the precarious walk across the velvet bridge where everyone feels compassion for others entangled in the flesh.
On the breeze last week came the scent of irises. (The scent … is one of the most complex and elusive, weaving in metallic violets and snow covered roots. It is a melancholy fragrance by its nature.) Now sitting out in the dark morning, the gentle breeze plays bar keep and mixes its aromas, raises the possibilities, metallic, rooty iris with the cinnamon fruity-damask of the Lilian Austin rose in all its labial salmon.
The complex of morning began within this complexity of fragrance and a Marguerite Duras story about an ancient woman from Bugue on the Vezere River. Then having completed the morning’s ablutions and other nurturing chores such as misting the Bonsai and orchids, I felt an upward call. And so with the birds I recited the prayers reading: Mene mene tekel parsin: You have been weighed in the balances and found wanting. It is a verdict worthy of most all.
The weight of things, men with failing livers in hospital beds, others with severe pains in places of dishonor consequent to treatments for deadly diseases, women with Alzheimer’s, deployed soldiers: the demands of saying you are in my prayers, the vertiginous, the muscular, and the precarious walk across the velvet bridge where everyone feels compassion for others entangled in the flesh.
posted by Dafath at 5:34 AM
2 Comments:
The visceral pleasure of being entangled in the flesh is surely what draws us all here - even the roses.
Puss
Labial salmon. Velvet bridge. Ablutions. These are the prayers beyond prayer.
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