May your mouth betray your wisdom
May you lose what you offer gladly
Someday all make a face worth slapping
May you end there bruised and purple
Know that peace is the shape of a circle
Around and around you go, biting your tail
Little children, the wind is whipping
Short hands on a clock still ticking
May your words be well worth stealing
Put your hand on your heart when singing
The choir’s sick of the song but they’ve still got to stand
and then…May you learn from the view where you’re kneeling
This takes me back to something that i never thought i’d think of again. One morning while waiting for my coffee at Taylors Saint Baristas next to work (it’s great australian barista btw…makes my mornings feel much more warming) i was observing people passing while queuing outside of the tiny little coffee house. there was nothing to observe really…people passing like ghosts. same colors, same faces, same expressions, same pace, same purpose, same time, same focus…
then…i see a girl kneeling on the floor in the middle of a walk-only street, with an SLR, taking some pictures and desperately trying to capture an angle as low as possible. i couldn’t really understand what was she taking photos of, what is she trying to see, what can be so interesting about ghosts going to work in the morning, let alone their similar footsteps. i was intrigued by what was this lady seeing that i couldn’t see, or at least thought is worth clicking photos for. the more she kneeled, the more i tried to imagine the kind of pics she’s taking and mentally picturing them and questioning whether its a photo i would look twice on…(yes i had nothing better to do while waiting for my coffee that morning).
then…i hear someone shouting: ”Don’t put ur face down there…u know how many people spit on this floor everyday? “. An unnoticed beggar on the other side of the pavement was sitting down, in her usual spot (so it seemed), with her dog. I dont thing anyone heard what the lady beggar said, certainly not the photographer who was getting even more determined in getting her photos from the floor’s angle.
For some reason, the beggar’s statement ridiculed the photographer’s action, and ridiculed my questioning or curiosity in a fairly unusual thing happening on this street that morning.
yes, people have different perspectives, that is of no surprise. but seeing perspective put into perspective was interesting. and this is what the song’s words made me think of…that when kneeling, we are better off looking around us. looking for the people with us, next to us, or people who have been there and done that. the beggar spends 80% of her day laying or sitting on the floor…im not sure what the photographer wanted to see…neither did the beggar. For her, its the ‘norm’ and not the ‘view’ or the ‘angle’ nor the ‘perspective’. There is nothing interesting there. there is only people spitting.
so…may you learn from the view where you’re kneeling and may you see what s worth seeing…may you see the beauty in ‘different’ when you are kneeling and when you are reaching…
furaha xxx
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