Words unfamiliar unless you are Indonesian or South East Asian.
Shakespeare said it —
“All the world is a stage, and all the men and women merely players.”
But what of the shadow world we hide behind, or are led by?
Shadow dancers on the silk screen acting out…
These shadow puppet images showing the foibles and understandings
of humanity, and perhaps, the observer.
Sitting in the darkened audience of dancing gyrating shadow puppets.
Feeling our own impulses rise and fall to ancient Far Eastern music.
Thinking we are separate, yet feeling like an accomplice to the clandestine stories played out on the tiny stage…
These therapeutic or disturbing displays of puppet voices, dancing and acting out –
Allow us to live vicariously, safe, and apart from criticism of those who cannot read our minds, yet sit right along side us.
We watch and listen and anticipate even the obvious endings.
Tragedies and humor reflected in the dark shadows of our own lives.
Shadows dancing across our minds as they are on silkworm screens.
We see ourselves, but do not want those near us to see our likeness.
Our innards, kept in the privacy of our own internal Wayang Kulit theatres.
All the world’s peoples at times needing relief, much the same as portrayed in the darkened theatre of the Wayang Kulit…
This safe haven, offering relief, like our own movie theatres – sans puppets.
We all have this in common – we must exit outside into the glare of our political futures.
The voices of the Wayang Kulit theatre still in our heads, to syncopate with more renditions of our impending world apprehensions.
And it is true, the world is a stage, and may the hero or heroine, prevail.