so...the rain slides down the windows
and catches all the flat chill sentiments in the world
and focus's them over us, but today this tiny sepulchral slither shines
unawares the spinning motion we make every day
power something else...
another form of energy somewhere else...
in some other aspect of space....
the life that we live but don't know...
some years ago I spent some months living in and (working from) the Schoenstatt retreat under the Campsie hills outside Glasgow walking through the grounds at night the long low chain of hills seemed to be a giant dragon sleeping, brooding challenging me with its ancient ageless wisdom..."Who are you" its seems to emanate "to wander thus and disturb my slumber with your unquiet thoughts and and fervent anxiety" and I the descendant of slime and creatures past rose up not to be daunted and said to the sleeping creature we both have lived long in various manifestations in this time frame and if I am unquiet there is reason enough, I will not be gainsaid in what I think but equally I have no wish to disturb you, for that I am sorry but I shall offer no apologies for my thought to you or any other creature...and for the briefest millisecond seemed to be aware of how and with what long travel I came to be there....a humbling chastening and enervating experience
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