I find sacred in "vacancy".
Certain things or places which are suspended or vacated to something unknown.
Persons who concentrate and listen carefully to something very important or difficult to catch.
Because they are open and naked I feel difficulty in approaching them casually.
Actually, I'm afraid I don't follow what "sacred" is saying. I wonder if it would be a kind of unconscious area. Or something I keep away from doing, even though I believe I can do anything if I try. I'd like to get some more information about the theme of this project. Maybe I just need to study English more.
I'm not sure how I can think of it. So let me tell you something about a dream this morning. In the dream, I wanted to wake up earlier as possible. That's why I tried to set the alarm clock for the yesterday time. Can I use my alarm clock as a time machine?
I'm trying to think of the opposite of Sacred as Meaning. I see a lot of meaning through the window. The wall of the shop is painted in orange because it stands out easily. Plants of entrance, shape of door, direction of street and much more. I cannot find people who has no purpose. Walking is good for your health. For me, sacred is to forget what I am doing, why this is so.
Sacred to me
are human relationships that are based on acceptance, which I confront on a daily basis from my son.
is the moment when I am standing still and my body realizes that balance is non-balance.
is to give myself away.
Every single thing on the earth can be sacred.
For me, and I believe for everyone as well, sacredness is a very subjective
matter, so it all depends on our mental and physical states.
The state I feel sacredness is when I feel I am totally alone in this
world, like "here it's Me facing to The world/nature/the others".
Sometimes a thing/person becomes the trigger to get me into such a state by
making me think that it is representing the world. Then suddenly the
thing/person becomes SACRED.
So, to feel sacredness, I need some space or blank or distance in between
me and "non-me", all the other things which are not me.
When I feel it, I awe, I am very excited at the same time I am very calm.
I think I like it.
Sacred to me is
a sudden strike of existenceEki
liquidation of soul
in a primordial fire
a moment of terrible clarity and darkness
unquestionable and unconceptual surrender
where you overcome yourself
and become part of something much larger
I'm sitting at the docks at the southern-most point of Helsinki peninsula. The sea is wide open, bright light is falling into it through a thin field of clouds. I try to point at the sacred with my mind but it seems impossible. Thinking and thinging it thins it to a point where it is no longer perceptible, let alone effable. My thoughts are thin membranes that rip open as they try to connect one aspect of reality with another – they reveal and cover, stretching and breaking until almost nothing is left.
I sit on a bench and try to be sacred instead of thinking it. My eyes become many eyes, layered on top of each other. They are at once open and closed. My skin becomes very thin and pourous, just as my thoughts did. I hear a very gentle rustle behind my back. Soon after, drops of water start falling through my skin.
These small moments when I don't feel like dying could be sacred to me.
I'm lying on my back on a concrete slab that covers a former butcher's house. A lamb is lying on the floor, with her throat cut open and her bloor running into the gutter. After her hoofs have been cut off, her skin is removed and the carcass is hung on a hook, ready to be transported into the fridge.
I look up to the skies; they are covered by a field of heavy clouds hanging down from the blue. Soon, it will start raining. I recall all the animal lives that I've taken and imagine bathing in their blood.
I'm back on the bench, drinking coffee and smoking a cigar called ”equanimity”. Today, the color of the sea matches the color of my shoes. The sky is a lighter blue – it is still morning.
A woman comes to me, wanting to buy a cigarette from me. I give her the cigarette called ”bend”. As I watch her walk away, I keep thinking I should've given her the ”prayer mat”. Wondering what she would've prayed for.
It feels like we lost our virginity a long time ago – so long ago that we hardly remember what it's like to be innocent. At times, I can still experience integrity, forgiveness and grace, independently of what I might of said or done, but they do not belong to me. Therefore, I cannot name the sacred, nor can I sanctify anything in this world – but I can try to make room for it and let it happen.