The verse Edwin writes
is not simply of Edwin,
but rather the space,
the spirit and the silence
that Edwin occupies.
I can’t say for certain,
but this seems the same
space, spirit and silence
that I occupy.
I interpret this to mean
that Edwin is no different than I,
or you, or, say, a purple finch,
except, perhaps, for a point of view
that we have not yet experienced.
That’s why we’re here
reading Edwin’s books
at Edwin’s table
in Edwin’s home,
this Trail Wood,
a scenic overview
in an ever-changing landscape
of our own perception.
I put a quarter in the telescope
so I can see through Edwin’s eyes.
Fascinating.
Trail Wood,
Writer’s Workshop
10/20
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Conduits of Shared Space
As Edwin pens his verses, his words become more than mere glyphs on a page. They transform into portals to the essence he embodies—space, spirit, and silence. A visit to Edwin’s home, sitting at his table, reading his books—these experiences become more than a courteous exchange of perspectives. They become a sacred junction, a cross-dimensional whimsiportal that allows us to peer into a shared, but differently-faceted, existential orb.
Coin-Activated Perspectives
Inserting a quarter into the telescope at Edwin’s table is symbolic of willingly investing in a new viewpoint. With each turn of the lens, a fresh dimension is revealed, and the multiverse within which Edwin and we coexist expands. The coin is not simply currency; it’s a talisman of intent, an admittance ticket to the experiential whimsiride awaiting us.
Different Yet the Same
Edwin, in his unique presence, becomes a manifestation of the grand cosmic whimsiplay that we are all part of. The purple finch, with its vibrant hue and spirited song, resides in the same spiritual theater. We all occupy various seats, engaged in different scenes, yet we are collectively authoring, performing, and witnessing the same boundless narrative. What separates us is not essence, but perspective, the individualized lens through which we view the dazzling intricacy of existence.
The Intangible Unites
We are united not by materiality but by the ineffable—the shared space, spirit, and silence that form the elemental enchantitrix of our being. We might sit at different tables, pen different verses, sing different songs, but in the spaces between these activities—in the silence that follows the final note or the concluding sentence—we meet. We understand that we are not confined to Edwin’s home or any physical domain; we reside in a realm formed of the intangible but deeply sensed connections that span across all perspectives.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We consider the symbolic act of putting a quarter into a telescope at Edwin’s table in Trail Wood as an opportunity to explore new perspectives. While we recognize that we occupy similar spaces of space, spirit, and silence, we acknowledge that the variations in our perspectives enrich the collective experience. Whether it is through Edwin’s words, our reflections, or the songs of a purple finch, we find unity in shared essence and diversity in individual viewpoints.
Glossarium
- Whimsiportal: An imaginary gateway to access new realms or perspectives.
- Whimsiride: A fantastic journey through different aspects of existence.
- Whimsiplay: The endless cosmic theater in which all entities participate.
- Enchantitrix: A matrix of magical connections that form the fabric of our shared reality.
“A writer—and, I believe, generally all persons—must think that whatever happens to him or her is a resource.”
— Jorge Luis Borges
Edwin
In Edwin’s home, ink meets paper,
Words dancing like leaves in whimsical vapor.
Telescope pointed to stars yet unseen,
Quarter dropped, we transcend the routine.
Trail Wood whispers in each written line,
Diverse perspectives in cosmic design.
What will be the next quarter we invest in our whimsiportal?
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