by Darryl R Gray
Sunday, March 02, 2003
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Inspired by Mali. Thank you
A revelation, found in the contemplation of meditation,birthed from the Mind of another, who perhaps is:all in my mind.Then again, stepping out of time, perhaps the Mindis mine.What really is the sound made, when an object composed of glass breaks?ormaybe perhaps I can expand this mental span, and ask:“what is glass but sand, and what is sand, but Man?”Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, a momentary reign on the material plane,but the body’s return to the Earth is a must.On items of glass we place a series of words that state:“fragile, handle with care.”Why not that same statement be made about the way we treat each other?This is the question I dare to make.Broken glass or shattered man?A sound to profound to perceive with the ear.And me, well, the integrity of my vessel remains cracked many times and in many ways.My body, my glass, bearing the scars of endless nights and even longer days.So, I ask again:“What does it sound like when glass breaks?”War, Peace, Love, Hate, Life, Death?An infinity of dichotemies.Laughter, Crying, Screams, to Sighs !!! Shattering Glass !!!One Universe dies,another One,comes Alive.
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|Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen
|What a fascinating concept, Darryl! Great mood and flow to this piece!
|Reviewed by Adrienne Dominici
|I really like the way you weave your words and sounds and thoughts. Good work.|
|Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)