Purple Streetlights

I want to convey JOY in my writing. I listen to sampled noise and remixed violins on my walks while I look up at the sunlight shimmering in the trees and remind myself not to forget. Joy is not a metaphor or a memory or any other brand of clever word combo meal served up easy in bright, audience tested packaging. Joy is a simultaneous letting go and opening up to the electric gold of the unified field--the formlessness that exists beyond all forms...

Joy is at once the easiest and hardest thing.

My purpose here is to stretch the canvas and paint the broad strokes:

How the world is a stage--unveiling itself endlessly between curtains.

And how the world is a sponge--holding in all that is given.

The world is a pink lemonade everlasting gobstopper that makes my eyes water under purple streetlights.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

The concept of painting in broad strokes has come up several times to me since yesterday.

Maybe it's time for me to pick up the brush.