I've always been organized -
highly, arbitrarily. For instance:
"A place for everything, and
everything in its place." Yes.
This calls to me, and I factor
in time. The moment. Case-
by-case, and catch-as-catch
can! I find what's in-hand
and make placement with
purpose: to create the most
aesthetically-pleasing mix
and area,
given only existing objects
(without changing their positions!)
and spatial relations.
That's
wherever
it goes.
It varies wildly in time,
in successive placements
and subtractions, in mindful
thoughtlessness - an effect that's
almost subtly,
almost ineffably
organized - efficiently!
Yet effortless. A sort of mobile
sculptural abstraction ethos
is seen overall, developing
in forced, pointed ways
through time - if only
we could take it all in.
Yet in any individual
snapshot of frozen
moment, still life
with everything,
depicted in surreal,
unchosen strokes - "automatic
organizing" - what we see
is not there.
Like a Buddhist,
we find attachment
to what we can't find
is the source of a suffering,
and reject it. Bravely, as
we might be! Reject it
not as dissatisfactory,
though it sure is, nor
as undesired, but simply
as not there.
Along with self, even being
itself! Life, the universe and
everything else - we find in
sublime acceptance a peace
that becalms our inner armada
of tub-boats, and gets them all
abob and adrift in one current.
We find in a continual seeking,
rummaging glance askance
that looks all,
sees not,
and says
perfect.
Perhaps that
was uh more
than you wanted
to ask, but
there's really no simpler
answer truly, to how my
kitchen
is
like this.
It simply
is
and so
becomes
so. It's not hard!
It just takes a certain
je ne sais panache. It takes
a step-back detach - get
personal bias out of frame!
It takes a wide-open third eye,
looking down expertly
upon the idea,
ideal,
and illusion
of organization,
finding a maximized
efficiency in dismissal.
Then
- and I want to be real
clear: only then -
can we somehow become one
with everything
in my kitchen.
You have to look.
Did you try
within you?
OK, okay -
maybe later
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