framed: chris sheridan
I open my lens
and seize the images of my day
I choose where I direct my lens
and focus my attention
showing a small detail
or revealing the big picture
I need a frame
for infinity is too vast to comprehend all at once
so it must be fragmented
into moment in time
captured on a rectangle of space
but do I see things as they really are
or only as i frame them
through my internal lens?
my POV my Weltanschauung
this worldview
the aspect ratio of my beliefs
in the depth of field of my understanding
and how do i corral these unbridled ideas and ideals
what Alchemical transmutation needs to occur
for me
to fit these non-sequiturs of thought and emotion
into a frame
and share them with others ?
maybe I am the frame
maybe that's what we are as physical bodies
a biological frame line
for an unbound spiritual essence
an aperture of awareness
open just long enough to capture a lifetime
but if I'm the frame, who is the me, the I that sees
am I the observer or the observed
the subject or object
light or shadow?
and that's my day
a day in a life
or life in a day
framed by my lens; viewed through my frame
and this day, this life, will eventually come to a close
for even the sun cannot escape the frame line of the horizon
and I will die to this day
rest my weary frame
and close my lens for the last time
and go back to that eternal moment
where there are no frame lines
just a single, infinite lens
seeing all as one
I dream
and wonder:
will l be reincarnated
resurrected
to return once again to the world of space and time
or just wake up to another day?
I wonder how I'll frame that one...
