The Play of INK!

Characters:

Crafty CANVAS and Scribe INK

The Ink!



The ink uncaused and unaware,

Suddenly, beware.



Found itself on the CANVAS slate, and started to create,

By drawing a quill, to emptiness fill.



And the first character was sketched,

As the CANVAS was stretched.



The play began, when the characters on the stage ran.

* * *

As such the Incomprehensible Silent Nothingness forlorn and on the run gives birth through crafty CANVAS and the Scribe named INK to the concept of ONE.

By INK writing ONE word and then more, blinded by the fact that ONE word is all it took for duality to land a hook.

So this is the introduction to metaphorical Crafty CANVAS and Scribe INK, who started to create on the canvas slate and the story began...by INK leaving the Crafty CANVAS from the VOID, as INK took on a role and into duality deployed.

Play of Duality!

Once upon a time, there was NONE,

Spontaneously giving rise to ONE.

Out of which TWO was born,

When ONE in pieces was torn!

The play of duality began,

When two or more onto the stage ran!

The play set upon the backdrop of space,

Given duration in time to uphold each species and race!

* * *

INK paused and looked around at the ONE word,

THAT all this duality stirred.

MIRROR.

As INK this word composed,

The MIRROR emerged as if a ghost.

The Mirrors!

(Is about Reflections mirroring Projections)

INK got visually impaired.

When INK into the hall of mirrors browsed,

And the reflection of many aroused.

INK looked around,

And the other was found.

INK into the mirror stared,

And TWO was paired,

The sparks flared,

Passion was declared,

TWO or more got ensnared.

* * *

INK fell asleep and began to dream riding down the stream,

Into the garden of senses with rose colored lenses.

Shrouded in time and space,

Everywhere there appear to be another face and race.

Crafty CANVAS notation:

[Whatever you embrace,

That has NO name and face,

Comes from Nothingness and gives Creation a base.

Whatever you embrace,

THAT has a name and face,

Emerges from Creation as the Existing race.]

* * *

The Dream!

When INK gets dreamy,

Things have a tendency to get hot and steamy.

Dreaming away of a you and me,

And how we forever together can be.

Dreaming that the true lover is in the other.

And as such personal love took form from the dorm..

Personal Love wants to know whats in store,

Making it a constant chore:

To find out whats ahead,

Laying life out in a spread.

To plan and envision,

What the mind hold as a vision.

Then by chance the role reverse,

And ONcE again, alone INK traverse,

Feeling abandoned and lonely and that life is a curse,

Over and over these dreams INK rehearse.

INK explored every corner of Life from joy to strife.

Until the writing on the wall for the QUEST call.

And INK went on a quest as if obsessed.

Reaching out to Crafty CANVAS for INsight and REALization,

applicable to what is called Creation.

* * *

In pondering his deep and engaging role, INK sat down on the bench, slowly turned to CANVAS and asked; Is this Life just a game of tag and wasted???

At which CANVAS left his vocal benchmark;

Nothing is Wasted,

No matter what experience you may have tasted,

Everything goes where it is meant to go,

Events are designed so.

You as an actor are not the designer of these sets!

No need to waste time in regrets,

It only guilt begets.

Events will come and pass,

Like footsteps on wet grass.

Images are conceptual, and on the screen of Life pasted,

So how can anything be wasted.

* * *

CANVAS added; there are many interpretations floating around the ethers of perception, they come and go as the incomprehensible appear identified and in the show with a primary and secondary flow.

Identification!

Consciousness appeared as a thought,

And gave everything a name,

Even though the original substance is the same.

Only those endowed with thinking and a mind,

Can this unique feature use and find.

Animals and plants carry no such identification,

Or classification.

They like humans, live by survival and instinct,

The addition of the mind makes the humans from this distinct.

If you remove the identifications and names,

There would be NONE there to play the games.

Consciousness/Life expresses primarily in two ways,

Man is by nature mostly unaware of the intricate maze these play.

The first one predominantly acts,

Upon what is considered physical facts.

Such as eating, sleeping, procreating and eliminating,

Things that involve no major contemplating,

They are just naturally adhered to and done,

And require no defending to operate and run.

Now here is the pun:

The second one above all acts,

As if the first one something important lacks.

Such as fashion, religion, politics and arts,

That navigates through endless mental debating charts,

Discussing, approving, criticizing and defending the stance,

That may have entered through the minds dance.

By some unknown chance,

Some will be called to see this dual dance,

And be conscious of the common trance.

These two expressions are imprinted upon life,

And not to be seen as strife,

They do complement and enhance,

And provide passion through this manifest dance.

By seeing the very different roles they both play,

There is clarity on the way.

The first one always expresses HERE and NOW and WHAT IS,

The second one often gets man in a misery and a tiss.

Where intangible thoughts habitually project what is amiss.

Seeing this, leaves room for both the physical and mental fizz.

* * *

Ulla

Today's impertinent reminder:
All Mirrors APPEAR to have an interpretation of their own!