The Waterfall of Eventual Bliss

I always love this time of year, for you can feel spring breathing underneath. Snowdrops are up, crocuses are on their way, and all manner of bird-life are preparing for the coming year. Waterfalls and streams are also in full flow.

Today, bouyed by the springy weather and a corresponding spring in my foot, I took off to the Kilpatrick Braes. As my brother remarked yesterday, having nipped down to the sea and Great Cumbrae for a few hours, it's like a day out even though it may only be a few hours there and back. Indeed, I had made the same observation years ago when I was about his age, that an afternoon in the hills could last not just all day but all week. There was a rejuvenating quality to this outing, to this grand excursion of only a few hours. And Glasgow, with its hills, its rivers, its sea... and a great railway (and ferry) service to help you on your way is at the very centre of this matrix of possible 'days out that last all week'.

Take this short excursion into the K-Braes for example. 15 minutes cycle to Partick, another 20 on the train to Kilpatrick and another 15 sees you 200 metres above man and his madness. A couple of hours later, after a few quiet conversations with birds and trees, and the waterfalls, I am back at home, with a mind fresh full of ideas, inspired... sprung open... awake! The key to Art is inspiration, is breathing... but a breathing that unites your breathing with all other breathings... the air, the sea, the rivers... Man after all is his own moulded river, and if he cannot breathe, if he art not, then something is seriously wrong... 

One could do a lot worse in the interests of existential expansion than have a silent conversation with the sea, or with a wood, or with Space herself....

To space out is to allow the universe in. To not space out is to negate its very presence within.

THE WATERFALL OF EVENTUAL BLISS

Even the Mind
   has its seasons,
its springtimes - its winters
I can feel it opening
the space flowing in -
the undercurrents and undertows

the preludes to blossoming
the vanguards of winter
circling and cycling
moving, and breathing -
conjoing with Mind -
galvanizing Being
letting occur the Seeing
that will lead you to
the waterfall
of eventual
bliss...

 The Breathable World: the rivers, the hills, the sky....