Monday Jul 07, 2008
Full Moon Rising
Here is an apt excerpt from the epilogue in my book An Artist Empowered that reflects on life, death, art, and dharma. The beloved boys refers to my late Yorkies—Larry and Beau.
In my bereavement over my beloved boys, I recalled the novel The Sheltering Sky by the writer and composer Paul Bowles, and a passage in particular that conjures up an indelible image of impermanence, of being, of memory, of soul, and of urgency that resonates as poetry as well as music to our ears.
Bowles wrote: “Because we dont know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that is so deeply part of your being that you can’t even conceive of your life without it. Perhaps four or five times more, perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps 20. And yet it all seems limitless.”
It is true. We are all passing through from here to there. This book is about living in and engaging the present moment, the here and now, not the hereafter. The trek can be rocky but no match for empowered artists who have embraced their dharma.
max, one of my favorite books is translated by Paul Bowles: The Oblivion Seekers, by Isabelle Eberhart. Its been 26 years, so i had to recheck, and, sure enough:
Bowles knew the landscape and the difference between travelers and tourists.