it's not just the secret of mirrors that confounds me, nor the mystery of smoke. these things are intangible, murky, reflective. it is the thought of heat rising on a summers morn or geese settling onto placid waters with a rush of feathers that startles me; makes me think there is more than just traffic on motorways: more than loud fractious voices scratching my city's air.
I get the impression sometimes, when i look around my workplace, that people, all people, are just faces in a crowd. as distant to me as the stars and as remote as the galaxies beyond.
hard to collate that feeling with the fact that, at the end of the day, we all are the stuff of the cosmos, that we all are one.
"one love. one life."
it strikes me that there are, out there, a host of couples who are lonely. groups of people who are lonely. statues in field of statues. frozen souls in a frozen tableau. married couples. couples in relationships. faces in the fog.
"sometimes you get so lonely, sometimes you get no where."
so many lonely people and all it would take is for me to reach out my hand to you and for you to take hold.
you don't get the picture
but life is passing us by
no, you don't get the picture
your life is passing you by
if we don't start living
pretty soon we'll die.
with grateful thanks to U2 and David Bowie for two of the 'quotes' , the third 'quote is my own work.
all words and art are copyright © of C.J. Duffy.