Saturday, February 20, 2010
The Shaman is content with nothingness.
Nothingness is what he works with.
Collecting the unseen and entering into it,
until he, himself, is nothingness.
The Shaman, the Medicine Man, the Master:
they all begin as men.
Noticing the nature of nothing,
they are drawn to it, and are engaged by it.
Calmness. Silence. Emptiness. Space.
The absence of form, awaiting creation.
A linen canvas before that first brush-stroke.
The eternal silence preceding the tick of time.
Anything is possible.