Friday, September 11, 2009

Rain


One of those precious moments in life. Pretzel softly grunting at the downpour; Brownee, the new pup, asleep in my arms. I'm alone in the apartment, dusk has just hit the blinds letting in the last wet purple rays of the dying sun in the bedroom. I'm listening to CalmRadio, an Internet radio station that plays soft and glorious piano music. And I wonder how fast this very moment will melt away in time. So many worries these past months. What makes me a man? What makes me a human being? Is it my identity, my social persona, my likes and dislikes? A thunder clap has just shot across the horizon. Satori. A zen-like revelation on impermanence. Or rather a permanent impermanence. I love to play with words in the same way that a master painter uses shades, textures and hues to depict the landscape of his mind. Where has my depression led me? It has carved a groove, a distinctive groove in my life. But not always a bad one. Since childhood I've been melancholic in nature. I always felt I could time travel through space if I put my mind on it. If fascinated by certain age or time period I would submerge myself in the art, literature, geography and architecture of the period. I secretly long for eras I never lived: turn of the century London, Renaissance Italy, Athens under Pericles, Pre-Columbian North America.
The soothing tickles of the soft melodies of the piano and the dancing rain in my window bring me a rare feeling of solace. Quietly, I breath in and out the atmosphere that has manifested magically in this moment. Just that.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

oh that is divine writing pc you really outdid yourself on this piece. it was like sitting in a zen garden and watching my friend glimpse nirvana with his eyes full of words. Beautiful and so are you.
xxsm

Tess Kincaid said...

I heard you were getting some much needed rain down there! A lovely post that I can certainly relate to. Relish the rain.

tangobaby said...

I think it is a melancholy sort of day. I know what you mean. You have your rain and we have our fog but the feelings are the same.

I'm glad your pups are there to keep you company while you're thinking and writing.

Natalie said...

I really enjoyed your imagery, Thanks TPC. I have found that melancholy people are often the most sensitive among us.xx♥

nollyposh said...

~Beautiful~ and i ditto the Sweet ~Mango there sighhh... Perhaps if you believe that you have lived other lives then they are still a part of your soul? x

Perspective RAD said...

Bravo! I struggle to "practice the present"...Of course complete thoughts and adult conversation are not luxurious I get very often... and yet they are necessities for me to be in a moment:)