depths of feelings,
a joy, a lightness, unfathomed landscapes,
a deciphering of messages,
maybe disappointment, sadness, hopes,
but what is really here?
some depth of an unknown quality, no doubt
plus some movie,
and if the movie doesn't work, another movie
and a wondering - if the movies stop, what is here?
do we really need movies?
what if the movie that we love so much
is actually a prison? each movie another prison?
"what? I can't let go of this,
without the movie life is cold and bleak,
disappointing, boring, a dark hole"
but is this true?
what if all of this is allowed to stop
and the wind blows right through?
Stepping out of the forest, long shadows
far horizon, clean and open sky
looking up into nothingness for no reason
finding my heart leap with joy,
at this unexpected sight. The moon!
An explosion of love. Oh to be able to jump high and hug it!
The moon and my heart are suddenly one,
and then the depth and the love spreads
and is suddenly everywhere,
the trees, the wind, the little blades of grass.
Outside of movies, everything is simple and infinitely deep
and true, and so real, so real.
David Singleton - Mon., Jun 17, 2013
16 hours ago