Training my imagination.
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  Viktorina Savelieva. Revised on January 2011.

The idea was given first by our leader at Creative Writing Group in Montreal back in 2005. He gave us some pictures and suggested to write something what aroused.  I chose the one, shown below.

Now I belong to a writing group again. Our leader, Gail Tailor, suggested that we do some homework. She wrote: "Make a sacred space of your writing corner. Put an object with sentimental or sacred value in front of you, contemplate it silently and then write what arises.” This remind me about the initial idea, and I made some new writing.

 

 

A cozy bay window overlooking the cityscape in the rays of the sunset. I get fresh air and privacy in my chair.

A beautiful, ball-like vase with chrysanthemums is right in front of me, on the windowsill.


 

 

I can feel the thoughts stirring in my head, and they ask me to write them down. Will I be able to do this? I sit a little longer and begin to write. Please read.

 

A captive world

My World ... I adore you. Since I was brought into existence and accepted by you. You sent me into a business trip - to participate in experiments conceived by you. I am doing my best.

Morning. Evening. Morning again. It is night again.

Mondays. Tuesdays. Sometimes - Sundays. Beginnings and crashes. Fascinatingly. But it is already hard to breathe.

- Stop. Let me rest please. Not for a long time. I need to relax. To rethink. Before another spurt. I am ready for the last experiment.

- OK. Do not forget: you belong to me. While alive.

The World spat me out. O-ops! The upside-down World, which I just left, appeared inside the vase. It was so powerful just a minute ago, and now - it is just my prisoner: damaged, distorted, and miserable. I am smiling at it:

- World, would you talk with me?

- Yes, I am your prisoner

- What is the ultimate truth?

- Well done. A question of questions. Beginning of the beginnings. I am a part of you, distorted in your vase. In others' I am distorted differently. You are a part of me, but you do not know me.

- And how to get know?

- Think, and the treasures of truth will be revealed to you. Those, that you can comprehend.

- I am trying. I am covered by avalanche. I am not able to comprehend it.

- Think more.

- Here! "First there was a word ..." An avalanche of truths - in symbols. Name them. They will manifest, will become a reality. Window. Chrysanthemums. Vase. Water. Material world. And the feelings? And the concepts?

- More difficult. But - the same. They work for you through the word. Only. Try it.

- Again: chrysanthemums, a vase, water ... A captive world!

- More!

- The beauty!

- More!

- Beauty grows from a distorted world.

- Not bad. More!

- "Beauty will save the world!"

- Good! The primacy is not yours; it is - Dostoevsky. But, as Russian expression says, "It is not the evening yet."

To each his own. Summary for me: contemplate and think. Do not speak. Do what your heart pleases. Only! But, take into account please that "The freedom is conscious necessity".

- Hmm .... Let us see. The cycle ends. Use your philosophy, sitting in the carousel I am spinning. Think. Until the next stop.