Gallery

The light of day comes and goes from my personal theatre.

Likewise, objects and people wax and wane, while I watch from the gallery. This appearance and evanescence may affect me in two ways

but I am free only to choose one of them.

Either I can swallow the beauty I see as it glimmers and gurgles,

calmly enjoying, marvelling, weeping, smiling in the centre of the moment and moving smoothly without flinching on to the next scene, looking and listening in absolute trust because I know it is running for only a limited season and that the essence of love propelled me to this theatre and will convey me back to the ether high above the lit streets when the show is over.

Alternatively, I can hold the beauty in my mouth, refusing to let it go, to swallow it, wanting to immortalize it and make it permanent,

to possess it so that no-one else can have it.

The emotions that arise as a result of the stimulus are negative, inverted, flinching so that they separate me away from everyone else in the world, from my race and from the natural world. They are rooted in my fear that the supply of beauty will end, and so, I must create my own stores because I have no shred of trust in reality.

My love essence has brought me this far smoothly but I choose to sabotage it so that I do not have to leave the theatre, simply throwing it aside as spent fuel.

Which will you choose?