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saintaugustComment by posthumous:
We want to be together and we want to be alone.
Shadows flying motionless use birds as stepping stones.
But every pigeon pitches pennies into concrete lakes
to make his own resounding fortune and to drown in his mistakes.
The couple on the second floor doesn't see them rise and fall.
They only see the sunlight breaking on their furniture and walls.
For me this photo is a meditation on bliss, how we achieve it alone but also as part of something. You have a beautiful texture of pigeons but you also have the individual pigeons. Less separable is the light behind them, cast on a wall full of windows.
So, it’s like this: bliss is something that you, alone, must relax yourself into, but the stream you are going into is the stream of all of our being, so bliss requires an awareness of others, a deep intuitive awareness, and together you all begin to resonate with other layers of being, like the light on the buildingâ€Â¦ and maybe those other layers will open into further depths, the way those windows lead to apartments.
And yes, this was difficult for me to write, to find the words for, but the image itself is the easiest thing in the world. It is instantly eloquent beyond my capability.