Distilling Thisness

 
Since you know a soul cannot be extracted or even quantified by anything like reason, or in these easy hours of starlight clothed with the hum of toads, you discard the charts and sentence stems and bask in the blooming sensuality of elemental radiance. You said, each thing is a thing that is never another thing, but always connected to every and all things. You are your own apparatus of embodied knowing and unknowing. This one and exact specificity. From the corner of your eye, or in what you tell yourself are dreams, the tiniest drops begin to fall. You decide to remember, or maybe imagine, it could be something like what you call real. More than an optical interference of liquid immiscibility. The astonishing essence. The everyday dispersion of color, light, ether, vapor, and heat. 

Contemplating the Eye of My Soul

I’ve been in love with this song for the last couple months or so. After yesterday’s reference to the cyst on my pineal gland, a tiny gland located in the middle of the brain that Descartes designated as “the seat of the soul,” it seemed this song would be a good fit. I’ve known the cyst was there for most of my life. Considering the vast amount of folklore and the traditions within many world religions regarding the third eye, mysticism, intuition, and communication with the divine, I’ve often wondered what impact this tiny cyst has on the eye of my soul. I’ll be meditating today with lapis lazuli–one of the many stones associated with the third eye–and then later…more dancing on the bed. La Sera‘s second full length album, Sees the Light, is set to be released on March 27. Enjoy.