the two and the one

The phenomenon called 'I'
Is a single green illumination

Of a presupposed organic alternating current lamp
(a composite body of each and every transparent spectre)

The single illumination

Of karma's alternating current lamp

Remains alight without fail

Flickering unceasingly

Together with the sights of the land and all else
(the light is preserved. . . the lamp itself is lost)

The phenomenon called "I"
is a blue illumination
of the hypothesized, organic alternating current lamp
(a compound of all transparent ghosts)
a blue illumination
of the karmic alternating current lamp
which flickers busily, busily
with landscapes, with everyone
yet remains lit with such assuredness
(the light persists, the lamp lost)

In the twenty-two months, which I perceive
lie in the direction of the past
I have linked these pieces on paper with mineral ink
(they flicker with me,
everyone feels them simultaneously)
each a chain of shadow and light
mental sketches as they are,
which have been kept until now

~~~

Along the snowy paddy ridge
crows shuffle on in a row

Body bent on the snowy paddy
a crow utters two calls

Head down on the snowy paddy
a crow eats snow pecking at it

Head up on the snowy paddy
a crow takes a look around

On the snow in the snowy paddy
a crow waddles, waddles

Reaching the end of the snowy paddy
a crow eats snow pecking at it

At a height of the paddy snow
a crow has her mouth agape

His beak in the paddy snow
a crow keeps himself still

Onto a dry ridge of the snowy paddy
a crow gives himself a jump

With a rudder over the snowy paddy
a crow makes a slow flight

Over the snow ridge in succession
crows fly up toward the west

Left behind in the snowy paddy
a crow keeps his legs apart

The crows flying toward the west
are now just like sesame seeds.

---Myazawa Kenji

~~~

Snow settled on the rooftops of Kyoto ^
Her heart restless now ~
A prisoner of fate [ ]
A life lived in circles @
She made a --- for it
Slid away from me \

One got away >>>
Leaving the many #
For the time being...

Caught a sight of her reflection,
next to mine " '
Waited patiently for the right time:
Never was me & you
+ my heart, and hope to die.

So we turned away from one another ()
Tears and snow fell
*
*
*
There was no ?
It was the time of the end.

~~~

Early morning quiet. When everyone's left, so no-one's left. The slow creaking of the house, like a ship in frozen waters. The slow winter sun, enters the room. Extends its fingers to the table. Strikes the glass like an idea. Circles it. The light is not reflected or refracted, not absorbed or sharpened or splintered; the light becomes more intense, quickened into a dazzling singleness of purpose. Holds the colours at bay, near to its surface, for a perfect moment,then re-emerges as a line of beauty. And the empty glass breathes again.