Is this how it ends, my oldest of friends? A full stop that is empty? The pupil of finitude, the iris of infinity-controller of light? Focus: black sun orr the houri. Isis was a magician, wasn't she? Or a clown? Or a goddess? Why do you make distinctions? Is this a passageway to the white room or the land of the crows?
I am with those whose hearts are broken for My sake.
I am with those whose hearts are broken for My sake.
---Hadith Qudsi
The heart's endless desire to break...
Why so downcast, my soul
Why do you sigh within me?
Why so downcast, my soul
Why do you sigh within me?
---Psalms
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hello b,
found this one on the internet, reminded me of you because of two things, "black sun" and "hello"
Negative by wislawa szymborska
Against a grayisch sky
a grayer cloud
rimmed black by the sun.
On the left, that is, the right,
a white cherry branch with black blossoms.
Light shadows on your dark face.
You'd just taken a seat at the table
and put your hands, gone pray, upon it.
You look like a ghost
who's trying to summon up the living
(And since I still number among them,
I should appear to him and tap:
good night, that is, good morning,
farewell, that is, hello.
And not grudge questions to any of his answers
concerning life,
that storm before the clam).
It's good to read this now. Not a finite point. But uncountable points. All possible points. Like the way white light holds all colors. A circle that is ever expanding, including all. And I have an opinion about what that moment will be like. It's happening now and will always be.
Have you noticed how a hug or a kiss both are like a circle. Reciprocal and soft.
thanks anton, it's wonderful. Great to wake up and find this poem, the first thing I read today.
Take care,
b.
you know, fl, if you hadn't written 'folded letters' I would have thought that I wrote those words myself. Yikes! Spooky! :-)
keep well,
b.
b., yes spooky...
But, you disappoint me, I thought you'd comment on the softness of a kiss
They encompass all. I think your earthy post about being alone with the alone in nature is affecting me.
Maybe, tomorrow something I say will be the first thing your eyes see.
Now, enough of that, you're killing me. Back to the Taliban.
But, you disappoint me, I thought you'd comment on the softness of a kiss
Well, it's a bit early in the day for that conversation. Maybe after elevenses? :-)
Again you tease.
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