Azelea imagination
... we were returning from a walk to Azalea ridge ... a fellow walker had stopped on the bridge at trail's end ... a bridge from trail to street ... he was pulling what most, i believe, would describe as weeds ... wasn't sure if he was a worker or ... he stood up and continued down towards the bus stop ... he was singing quietly ... was struck by the genuinely beautiful melody and the pure voice quality ... listened to his warm, soft cadence ... he smiled as i passed and with joy shouted our "hello ... where are you from?" ... i replied and he nodded ... "ahh Canada" ...
... i asked my partner to invite him to keep singing ... after many requests he started to sing again ... my impulse was to record him ... instead after a minute of walking together i joined in following his pitch wrapping my tongue around the foreign korean sounds ... he stopped surprised, laughed with joy commending me on my voice ... we had, for a fraction of a second, connected ... his comrades persuaded him back to the bus stop and we continued on our way ... he called after us in konglish which i couldn't understand ... he shrugged and we bid each other a goodbye wave ...
... what was the song he was singing? ... turned out it was about home ... travelling home to his love ... the song reverberates whenever i ponder this incident ...
... am in awe at those moments ... moments of softening your presence in the world ... a moment of diffuse awareness ... when you make contact & the connection speaks with clarity: you are my kin ... all possible inconsistencies of fellowship eradicate ... for a moment our circumstances change ... a rupture ... a face to face epiphany ...
... our beliefs, desires and practical reasoning updates as we acquire new possible worlds ... then the moment evaporates ... the bridge between is crossed ... i ponder imagination ...
... imagination is not just pretending ... imagination is an old eye, an appraising and critical eye which cracks apart our self-focus and opens a chase to cultivate a more expansive compassion ... the man's smile - his voice - his greeting ... all wrapped me in bond of intense warmth ...an act body-centered and feeling-involving ...i relate therefore i am ... interrelation ...
... the encircling sacred ...
::Note:: ... later partner translated some what he was saying ... when i joined in singing he stopped and said "oh you know the song" ... i had no idea what he was singing ... i joined in imitating ...
