walking bundle, waking bundle
Thanks to Albert Einstein for using his brain. For opening to the fundamental properties that define being. For understanding mathematics in a way that I can’t even imagine, me who has to trust the results of his calculations with the kind of faith that let’s other people believe in heaven.
Albert! You’ve given me a new mantra today…I am a “walking bundle of frequencies tuned into the music of the cosmos.” If that’s not magic, I don’t know what is. My soul is “dressed up in sacred biochemical garments.” If that’s not the height of fashion, I don’t know what is. My body is “the instrument through which my soul plays its music.” If that’s not harmony, I don’t know what is.
I see a symphony of shapes, an evolution of forms. I see colors bouncing into each other and rising from the edges, suggesting the muchness of all that is beyond the page. I see Yayoi Kusama’s Infinity Room at the Broad in LA where I spent a full minute of my life with no one else but me in her art installation as I turned to see the lights of forever mirrored in her imagination’s production. I see Albert’s claim arriving on a windy day where summer is begging for a vacation and autumn’s unpacking its bags to sleep in piles of fallen leaves as apple pies cool in kitchen windows across borders and political leanings.
Colorific, scentalicious season, play for me the tunes of your frequencies and let me settle into them so that I can be a walking bundle alive with you!
