Week #1 inspiration [Tell Me, Little Lamp!]

Week#2 Inspiration [Tell Me, Little Lamp!]

Who Are You?

1.

My right eye meets you--

an illu

sion.

Things you light upon,

I notice them on.

光，                                        

                                                                   

reveal yourself until

my left eye leaves you.

Universe

2.

Through the light 

that

 I sense the darkness.

Through the night

 that    

I dance to the emptiness.

Then

the origin of life

travels through you.

 

Monologue

3.

“What are you seeing?” she asks me.

“I see emotions in the light,” I reply to her with an empathetic tone that comes from the deep bottom of my ocean heart.

“Oh, emotions?” she says with a glimpse of frown in her eyes as they continue to wander around this dark empty space. She continues to ask me, “but whose emotions are these?”  I feel the sensation of warmth scatter out of her eyes and into my body.

“Do those emotions belong to you? Do those emotions belong to me? Do those emotions belong to the person who designed the forms of yours?”  I don’t know the answer and I will never know the answer. All I know is that each time these little lamps try to light up my pitch black infinite imagination, my heart will feel something that almost can’t be described by languages that I know of.

So, I danced to you, my little lamp. Tell me your story. Tell me the secret beyond your look. Tell me, little lamp! If the light comes out of your body, do you know what darkness truly means?

Another voice has entered this ___.

“Light itself doesn’t process any emotions, but your human animal heart believes otherwise. You see what you see, and you feel what you feel. Keeps feeling the light and feeling the world through your intuition. Therefore, anything possesses life, emotions and feelings of their own.”

She sings to me as I dance to those voices with a company of the little industrialized-looking lamp that has a shade over the light bulb.

 

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4.

So, I am lost in my thoughts as usual, and I suddenly wonder what would my scientist roommate feel about this little lamp.

     “What do you feel about this little lamp?” I look at her, but point at the little lamp.

“Evanescent field,” her eyes wander into the space with a wave of light.

“What is evanescent field?” I ask her.

“… …” (Scientific general education learning time 😄)

The words slip through my mind like a sieve right after she says them. This a different way of understanding light from my perspective.

“That’s so romantic!” I am lost in moment of wonder and continue, “How nice it is that you can observe, understand and be able to articulate things that can’t be seen with our human eyes.”