Quite without effort,
words coalesce: the bright brooch
A wisp, a whisper
of wistfulness, of wanting …
gritted teeth, desire.
Breathing empties me;
a single candle flickers,
sparks a forest-fire.
All futures blossom
on one ancient tree; sways still
the eternal dance.
(08 February 2015)
In the public library.
Browsing the latest issue of ArtForum (May 2013), leafing rapidly through page after page of advertisements.
There’s always a pen and paper handy: poems often happen when I’m reading.
I’d gone past, but needed to go back and find it again: words were beginning to form …
There are words
written all over my face
I see words
in the mirror
If you bother to read me
……… take the time to read me
I doubt you’d have understood
even if you’d read carefully
The image shown here is a detail of my re-photographing of the magazine advertisement referred to above.
Further information: http://www.faurschou.com/
Ela has an eye for images that are striking and powerful – as you will see as you browse her blog: memyselfandela.
Ela – a Romanian woman living in the United Kingdom – says she is “proud of being Romanian [and] … proud of being myself.”
The link to the poem that accompanies the magnolia image is: http://memyselfandela.wordpress.com/2013/02/04/night-thought/
Diving into a
dirty pool deep enough
to drown in: spluttering,
I swallow down my
childhood memories, afloat
on this flimsy film.
The ego is a monkey catapulting through the jungle:
Totally fascinated by the realm of the senses,
it swings from one desire to the next,
one conflict to the next,
one self-centered idea to the next.
If you threaten it, it actually fears for its life.
Let this monkey go.
Let the senses go.
Let desires go.
Let conflicts go.
Let ideas go.
Let the fiction of life and death go.
Just remain in the center, watching.
And then forget that you are there.
from Hua Hu Ching: The Unknown Teachings of Lao Tzu
translated by Brian Walker
Step into your choices and stop telling yourself that you can’t, when what you really mean is that you don’t want other people to feel the way you think [they’re] going to feel when they see you making the choices you really want to make. Got it? (Neale Donald Walsch)