N.3 ”Grand Master Fish”
Wrapped in a blanket of croaking crickets, on a dimly lit table, I end my day with some writing. Akin to fishing, being there and waiting is an inseparable part of the process.
As the cockroaches pass by my feet, I throw my line ‘’out there’’ in hopes of catching something worthwhile. A nugget of wisdom to share with my human compadres or a witty one liner to make you laugh and ponder.
The athena is out
The line is in the river
Now comes the waiting part.
The idea must bite but it has to hook before I rail it in.
It’s a process of seduction you see, a back and forth of glances and energy pulls.
It’s strange how, by aging, I see the underlying principles of things. From music to writing, the medium is different but the same spirit applies.
From fishing to the seduction game
From sport to meditation
It’s as if all is the same but expresses itself in a myriad of ways.
The One into the many
The many into One
I remember a time, as a young hot blooded musician, I’d play every note I could at all times. In hopes of reaching, I did not allow it to come to me by vitue of proper approach. I’m much wiser now. I only play the right notes at the right time with the right tone and dynamic.
It’s so much easier that way.
But that takes a cup or two of humility. A one way ticket to the inevitable realization of being a speck of dust in this grand universe oughta do it!
We ain’t all that grand and important. We ain’t useless and vain either.
We’re somewhere in the middle.
And, for a brief moment, we get to embody a ‘’me’’ all of our own.
Probably no one shall remember us when we part and that’s okay,
it’s part of the cycle of Life after all.
Oh!! Look!! A fish!!
I caught one!
His eyes are wide and piercing. His skin is like a greasy rainbow.
As it babbles a few words of truth at me, I listen intently.
‘’Yo Simon! let me back into the river, I’m not meant to be hoarded and catalogued.
Life is meant to be experienced fully with freedom, gratitude and grace!!’’
Right on, fish!
Right on.
I let him back into the river and take it as a sign that it must be time for bed.
I am conversing with an imaginary fish after all.
So long, friends!