13 Surview

THE MAGIC OF MAKING_ SURVIEW 

A premise of everyday banality, and obstacles in my way make magic a relief.

Where does such a premise come from?

Indignant behaviour, slaughtering the cannibal is always grateful.

Find face in ecstasy, cogitate a mindful of wise prayers.  In essence monogamy outweighs polygamy from the start; if whence there were a child born of solitude, masonry and grace.  Filtering down boyish charm to one and all, making hey with another, if only playtime! 

When the girl comes it’s a pleasure to know 'surview magic'© does take place; if only for seconds at a time, then her majesty takes reign and she fly’s around the kingdoms born of knowledge, apothecary, and race.  Largely known to man for her stand as an idolatry figure of all that was and will be.

In magnitude the velocity of dignatrys comes hither and with a wealth of voluminous texts to be sometimes perplexed by her, and most of all candidly delighted with.  In flex there are mansion dwellers roaming the streets for her.  Flight comes to many to be proud to be a friend.  Fortune is never sold, only grace beyond and always beyond divination for the beginning of something magnificent that foretells peace of mind for every civilized person.

Come tiger, rainshield, penguins, and mighty four.  Come dolphins, heretics, plausibility, and fortune.  In she comes, it’s raining outside, the pitter-patter of tiny rain drops on the glass roof, startles her ears.  In fine tune she is.

Music satisfies the soul, playing harpsichord, trombone and Dilla’s favourite: ‘believe in God’.  For she is none the less one, a living spirit, a dream, ‘heaven’s only daughter’.

In vein, Daddy makes bread, iron’s pillow cases, does shopping, says grace, and she says:

‘STOP’, where is your mind?'

(So, wise).

'How come?' I reply.

She begins:

'The mind has an habitual air to it, making sodomy of and in its turn; making all things vanquished in despair, and forgetting to ask "how one is?" in delight.  Life begets us all Papa, but to remember who one is and how one goes about their business may be the most perfect thing in the world.  If only for a second you had thought to ask me?  Why are we all hurtling in perpetual motion?  Is there an answer, or do you hide it?  Do you really ignore what you are thinking?'

'I do', I replied.

'Apologies daughter'!

And so we move on.

Forget time, forget sex appeal, where are manners, where is truth, and where is blasphemy?  If God’s church is not right?  And we are all sinners in God’s eyes?

We can and can’t be.

We are.

So haste makes less speed, and we requite to be unrequited.  Requite to be unrequited?  ‘It’s far too 21st Century these days Papa!’  What she means is it’s far too hectic, debauched and profane, we are merely always relative in our unrequitedness never absolutely sure.

'How did we make life profane?'

'Reverance is profectitious' she says.

Look up children, they do love you, just probably do not understand, it has been so long since you asked your father: 

‘How does a tap work?’,

‘A valve darling.’

Let us draw, write, play, make, give, receive, indicate, vow, and make peace with one another.  The pleasure is after all, all ours.

In making the surview becomes the essence of time itself.  Magic happens only over time, it is not instant like bad coffee, but prophetic like grace.  If only we had a bag of gold, a bag of time, a bag of hope, and then we would have magic in all our senses, not bagged, but gloriously surrounding us, as we enigmatically appear, and disappear  Magic, crypticism, and curiosity, allow one into the heart of God.  We are divine if only we know of talking in tongues, trying another language, being pedantic, & spontaneity will rise.

Ah!

Sorry I had to say it . . .

Be spontaneous.

Good bye.