selected prose

Prelude - Introductory prose to text, images, & sound recording titled; " Portraits of Nights & Days "

Beyond the pale stretches of the horizon, outlined in a bold and poetic stanza against the tender bluish backdrop of the heavens, unfolding and seemingly exfoliating and extinguishing the darkness, was the early rising sun. It’s delicate and efficacious presence was affectionate to the sight and it’s saffron luster pervading the entire land with a spectacular religiosity. On the other side of the distant horizons, already nodding towards the mysterious cluster of stars in the yonder was the receding moon. It’s own fading but poignant breath still brushing tenderly against the meandering river, hills, valleys and forest; houses and makeshift shacks. It was a symbolic portraiture of all that was timeless, good and eternal about the world at that moment.

Even though the sun’s ambient light and ebullient streaks were cascading gently in a symphonic whisper through the leaves and flowers, bushes and trees, foliages and shrubs, in other places it’s penetrating but gentle glare were being amputated in discordant shards and dissonant laminae by a complex flux and conglomeration of vegetation. It was a quite period of the day, but some birds were up and about, their sharp chattering piercing the dawn silence in sporadic staccatos and harmonic unison, adding another brilliant tone and dimension to the day.

If the eyes and off course the mind were to move further towards the hills and follow in great detail the delicate symmetry of the sun’s morning pathway, it would be conscious of the tenacity and poignant seriousness of life, for the simple reason that even though the sun will not rise in the same manner the next physical day, it’s presence will always grace each new day into the journey of the unknown.

The chattering of the birds had ceased suddenly and the intensity of the day’s religiosity was suddenly heightened by the quietude. In this moment, a solitary voice from beyond the hills, rose up in a crescendo. It sang in praise of the day, in gratitude to life and it supplicated the gods beyond. That single solitary voice, rising and waning out of nowhere in the early morning, was painting a significant portraiture of the transition point between the night and day.

Set to music: Instrumentation | Voice, Guitar & Orchestra

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