one pair of eyes here
one pair of eyes here
and many coloured sea stones
on salt pebble shore
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Why waste time
unless the knowledge wants to sing?why waste timeon searching rhymeunless the joy can’t help but dance?why waste timeon searching rhymeunless the mind is full of sound?then rhyme with timeand sing and danceand lose your heartto happenstance.
All around the world,
when the books are shut,when the computers are switched off,when old-fashioned poets put downchewed pencils, sucked ballpens,lips a little stained with the flavourof ink that’s washable or permanent;poems talking among themselvesin that language that poems understand,that poets seek to write;poems murmuring, complaining,sometimes shouting desperately,who are these people whohave dared to speak our language? Whatis their…
It’s a misty morning,
it’s pleasant like this,let’s walkoh here’s an apple tree,you can touch the mist on the apple’s skinah, it must be a whole orchard,how the mist makes it such an adventure
These are the strange and dull and heavy days
we seldom spare a thought for what ordealour brothers and sisters, basking in the summer sunare passing through in mind…)For children, these are precious days, of course –waking each morning to the knowledge of new toys—(premature, by orthodox tradition – a birth, of course,but not yet the presents that are dueto celebrate the Epiphany, the…
Do you wish to know what is your ‘soul’,
To know if it knows but a part, or All?Its birth; its growth, its life – or lives; its fate?Is it the watcher, even of itself?Is it its own revealer, beyond words?Can wise men tell us its true health and wealth?If not, can we be sure that it exists?For lack of witness to the soul’s…
Wee, sleekit, scuttling, technological sairrf,
(sairrf = serf)