Without words, without silence

– – – –

A monk asked Fuketsu: `Without speaking, without silence, how can you express the truth?’

Fuketsu observed: `I always remember spring-time in southern China. The birds sing among innumerable kinds of fragrant flowers.’

 – – – – –

When winter comes, my relationship with the Mad Kitten shifts. She no longer spends most of the day hopping around the yard and lost in her own world. She is in with me, wanting to entertained, wanting to bond. The first few weeks that it becomes too cold for her to be outside are difficult. She is all in my business and just obnoxious as hell. Then a beautiful thing happens – she mellows and our relationship shifts to this gentle kind of companionship.


Last night, she sat in the middle of the room while I sat in my chair and we talked. I spoke words and she spoke with silence. It last about 20 minutes. The real conversation did not happen until much later, in the middle of the night, when I got into bed, she simply purred and stretched one paw to touch my hand and we fell asleep.


It has been a long strange week. I returned to life after illness only to wind right back up in the ER within days because it turned out the type of antibiotic they prescribed I was allergic too. I had a kind of acute poisoning and now it looks like I may be gifted with a permanent form of Neuropathy. It is a strange sensation to have. I will know within a week or so if the damage from the reaction is permanent. It is strange because in a way, it is a reminder that takes me out of my head and back into my body.


I don’t think that things happen to us for a reason. I think that we find a reason within the things that happen. The experience is making me slow down and take the time to really prepare and be present for something I will be doing in a few weeks.


Before, I could have told you with eloquent words exactly what I was planning to do.

Then, I fell into silence.

Now, I am learning the truth.


c.2012 Cassandra Tribe All Rights Reserved


About cassandratribe

"There are few artists that can do what Cassandra Tribe does. Whether with her poetry, her videos or her blog, Cassandra examines the truths that most of us can never come close to realizing and shows it for what it is, both beautiful and frightening at the same time. She exposes our inner-most workings like the cross-section of a powerful but flawed machine, our gears and springs, nuts and bolts removed and laid out before us. She is a true artist. Her new video, Requiem for a God, is the latest example of Cassandra's willingness to tear open and examine the very things that make us human. Shooting the film entirely by herself, she also eliminates all the little excuses we come up with to keep us from ourselves and our truth. You see, even when she's not trying to be, Cassandra Tribe is a beacon of truth and humanity in this darkest of worlds." (Michael E. Quigg, The Culture Network, June 2009)
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s