Translucent Number 2

The silence here is more meaningful and has more strength than a thousand hours spent trying to create meaning or a lifetime spent trying to construct an antidote for injustice. We live in these bodies. When they are strong they carry us across surfaces and vertical walls. And as we travel we forget everything except the surface beneath our hands, legs, feet, and torso. And at the moment, between rock and skin, we are free and sense our relation to what is carried in the wind, or in a flame. The more difficult aspect of living with a body, is when it fails to allow us this freedom. When it becomes demanding and slow. When the denseness of it increases. When it seems like the rock, more than like  wind. But then again, it is here that it can open, like a library of knowledge, and show us many other worlds we did not know existed. But it does this so quietly it is hard to have ears for the wordlessness.