Eyes Wide Shut

I listened to Trysting Fields........the touching and lugubriously sentimental music brought up images from ATONEMENT.....and aural links to Phillip Glass...Images from LYCIDAS...the memory of the tempest, lost to sadness without recall upon awakening...like the FLOOD of Jocelyn Pook, emerging feet first from the womb of Eyes Wide Shut, it's seer lost forever in the tangles of a jungle path to the Rainbow's End.......as if there were no end to time, as if Eternity were enough to realize.....as if we were not blind and deaf, watching shadows of passersby, chained by dogma and delusion, focused on a magic trick that seems so real that each wants to believe that it is, but for those who, released magically from the vinculi, turn....shadows evanescing, and walk into the morning light as stars vanish into the firmament and birds sing the darkness beneath horizons....