Memories
are like the pages of a good old book.
Flip them and a character or scene emerges out of
the blue. And you try to locate its place and time automatically, mesmerized by
the chance discovery.
Here
is something similar I discovered recently.
I
am still trying to figure out who has written it and when.
The
graphics is of course mine, a part of series called ‘Meditation’ that I made around the
same time when - many years ago - I first found this:
“The world is troubled
With a lack of looking
With a lack of looking
I sing my songs
The world sleeps
I see the sky reflected in my teacup
I move the cup
And I tilt the sky
The flying crane is shadowed
On the mud wall
My shadow touches his
And I ride the bird
The stars are mirrored in a pool
Of rain
With my hands I scoop up the water
I have a handful of stars
I group the branch of a tree
The wind blows
And the tree shakes my hands
The moon shimmers on my glass of cognac
I drink
And taste the moon
I climb on a fig tree
And look down
The earth has fallen
All the world
All the world pours in at my barred window
I lower the my lids
And dam the flood”
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