something other

it all feels different today

the silence
and
all that moves within it’s space
is
perfect and complete...

...birdsong of the sparrow and the starling, the blue tit and the blackbird, loud and clear, rung out into early Sunday, his footfall as he runs, the bumble buzz, the honey bee, dog barks in the distance and dog reply from somewhere else. What are they saying to each other?


I am listening…


...I am lost in silence and my shoulders drop, I hear my beating heart, I hear my breath and I am between waking and dreaming, the sun warm on my skin and I close my eyes. From somewhere appears a glow, deep red and orange and the colours move and swirl like a boiling kettle but heavy and slow. They move upwards and out, one boiling into the other, coiling and twisting, exploding into being something other. And then the glow fades into a tunnel far away and I hear a bee, see the grey blue above, the sun shining, pale but with a promise. I must tend my kiln, I am firing today and now I know where I have smelled that smell before when I stepped out into the morning today…not sulphur, no, a musty, arid, earthy smell and my throat feels dry…the smell comes sometimes from my kiln when I fire clay to vitrify…the alchemy of the volcano in my kiln…from the earth…from the centre…of all being.


I am feeling…


...all that moves within the space
where silence is complete
and
perfect
and
it all feels different today