There is no redemption of time, but time is found again and again, and ceases to be time.
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Little r looked up and, disappointed, asked: "but there's no man in the moon!" And: "why is the moon following us?" Some prisons, I suspect, are so deep that one cannot see the prisoners.
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She is the flower as real as in paradise as fallen, a child's first touching of petals, as real as the dance of light in her eyes that is the same as the dance of light in the world right now.
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the red room, where i can see you, have you. where my heart is true. wherein i speak the necessary word, surrounded by your silence; pure, the sound and thing, the thing in itself, bell-shaped, formed to perfection, full, resounding light; the bewildered heart becalmed, brought to stillness, the still point of the heart, that turns in eternity...
the mind clear, the ancient lost last look on your face finally making sense. the remembrance of all the days and hours. you give up on distinctions, are yourself when another. you float right into me, hollowed out for you, the strawness of straw glinting in fulfillment.
what brings you here again? a word said in passing, if only in passing, the faint hint of hearing yourself speak on foreign lips, the possibility of impossibles, the imposter crouching on the edge of his seat,waiting, observing. Light that has no other place to go/burns in the mind years waiting/to dance again.
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'Heads of lovers below the hill
show above the hill, their bodies
together in green unseen'
what will bring you here again?
'The space between the trees we enter holds us
the calm, light down into..
the point the afternoon has met us
and we stop, the sound of our feet in the leaves
leaving its echo past the ears
so we have brought our meeting with us
carried as one room of air around us
to the trees
and suddenly stopped into light
they merge, all spaces merge and fall away around us
o enter the splendid city!
where all our meeting lies'
---Kenneth Irby.
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This beautiful photograph is by Roxana, 'artist of the floating world,' whose art seems to be that of seeming, and opening world unto world.
3 comments:
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i don't know what to say, i can't say anything, this takes me totally by surprise - thank you, if these overused words still mean something, and i hope they do, i speak them slowly, not wanting them to end: i thank you.
"o enter the splendid city!
where all our meeting lie" - this is very beautiful as well, if i had known these lines, i would have used them for my post.
you're welcome, Roxana. Stunning photos. really.
and i love the phrase 'green unseen', as if to say, a kind of merging, melting, blurring of distinctions. you think:
green-unseen, but then it's also almost like greenunseen. the gap between them, the clearing, the shared ground between them.
anyways...
thanks fro dropping by. got to rush now.
see ya
b.
I was going to say something, what was it? Um...right: this familiarfeeling.
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