Sunday, September 28, 2014

Sweet blue smoke


Now, let’s say you aren’t here, and that what’s happening to you is what’s happening to everyone, and that they aren’t here either, and that this is togetherness, and that togetherness is another word for solitude, and that solitude is so much like being here that you believe you really are here, and that your belief is enough to make it so, and that all else, which isn’t here either, is, and that seeing this, God, who isn’t here either, is convinced he must be — remembering, all the while, that this belief, powerful as it is, isn’t here either, since no one and nothing else is — and that this, in its grand, poetic entirety, is the sweet blue smoke rising from a fire that really is here, and that your present absence is its everlasting fuel. So much for thoughts, and where they go.



5 comments:

Ed Baker said...

well:
one thing about thoughts
they come and go ... as so with
thinking those very thoughts...
not exactly its language that
makes it so ?

what kind of stove you burn in' that wood in ...
a Sierra ?


erin said...

william, is a squeal enough of a response? i squeal. something like this -- ! --

ed, i think he might be burning eternal wood.

xo
erin

William Michaelian said...

Out of the frying pan, into the fire. What can I add, but my thanks to you both for looking in.

Jan/JFM said...

I am left wondering and wandering because I am not sure if I am here or there or anywhere :)

Love this, William!!!

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Jan! Apparently you have it as bad as I do — whatever it is. But at least we’re smiling....