Skywriting # 19

Getting lost

balancing act

Sometimes I forget having written and even what I wrote before and so I end up repeating myself. For example, it may be I have written, 'In (Walter) Benjamin's terms, to be lost is to be fully present, and to be fully present is to be capable of being in uncertainty and mystery.' Now I like that because I am writing creatively again and this gets my character square between the eyes. He is 'present' and 'uncertain of the mystery' at the same time. A bit of a balancing act. But I was reminded of the Benjamin idea when I was sent this picture (aside), which I also like. But this writing has taken a new lease of life because I realise I have a chance to develop a huge chunk of it next week and yet I already have loads I can cut in at a later date. The marriage of heart and head, as shown in the picture comes to rest in a para-vihara, the point of in-between a terra incognita in the hollows between the lands we know.... And that's what I am thinking about now. And I find myself writing lines I have read before but can't remember where, or indeed in this order. Its probably Pablo Neruda muddled up with some of my own distracted thoughts but I have misplaced my collection under a pile of paper somewhere so here is how it sounds in my head:

The night wind spins, 
snared between air and sea;
a vacant space in between there and here, opens

- and lovers share a cold night lullaby.

Time for the ballad of the snow leopard methinks, its been a long day: