51°29’00.6″N 0°07’32.3″E
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You come for quiet, hoping no one will be here. The path is discreetly gravelled. Railings skirt the pond with iron. On a tiny island, the branches of a willow make arcs like the jets of a courtyard fountain. Leaves on the surface of the water are prickles of stillness. This time the bench is empty for you.
Whatever was wrong is still wrong, and time, which tries to console your fear by moving faster or slower, becomes intimate with that fear, keeps it going. Still, here in the pond is a comforting, temporary indifference. See how, in the stillness of the water, there are outward bands of glassy contrast, layering again the layered willow’s image, moving with uniform speed, like lights across an information board.
The same stillness, the same movement, you find in yourself, telling you that you must live, making each moment real, working with you.
Bent and distorted,
Stiff black railings imitate
Their own reflections.
Nothing builds to the moment
The downy seed takes the air.
Bent and distorted,
Stiff black railings imitate
Their own reflections.
Nothing builds to the moment
The downy seed takes the air.
AN IMPROVISATION AT THE POND CIRCUMFERENCE
Beside the pond, where stillness meets subtle motion, the cello’s music fluctuates within the environmental shivering. Sustained notes float, ripple, while pizzicatos pierce and wildlife alerts. The improvisation captures the interplay of light, shadow, the still water’s reflective, dynamic surface. Sound structures flow, evolve, creating a landscape resonant with quiet vibrancy, the merging of tranquility and punctuating sound.