My daughter: "I hope there's an animal
somewhere that nobody has ever seen.
And I hope nobody ever sees it."
Being, whose flesh dissolves
at our glance, knower
of the secret sums and measures,
you are always here,
dwelling in the oldest sycamores,
visiting the faithful springs
when they are dark and the foxes
have crept to their edges.
I have come upon pools
in streams, places overgrown
with the woods' shadow,
where I knew you had rested,
watching the little fish
hang still in the flow;
as I approached they seemed
particles of your clear mind
disappearing among the rocks.
I have waked deep in the woods
in the early morning, sure
that while I slept
your gaze passed over me.
That we do not know you
is your perfection
and our hope. The darkness
keeps us near you.
— Wendell Berry -
Finding Fono represents the flotsam and jetsam of words and images that float by my life. The entries are random and occasional. They may have interest or meaning - you decide. Surf in, read on, float by ...
Thursday, 24 February 2011
Monday, 21 February 2011
Last Weekend
I left on Friday
Heart open
Leaves scuttling around my feet
Tiredness enveloping my body
Thoughts fading
Slipping from one world to another
Feeling you
Feeling you with me
Heart open
Leaves scuttling around my feet
Tiredness enveloping my body
Thoughts fading
Slipping from one world to another
Feeling you
Feeling you with me
Sunday, 20 February 2011
Unexpressed emotions
What is it that I see that others don't?
And why do I choose not to point
and shout about it?
My seeming politeness is crippling
My silence is deafening.
The amassing thougths and feelings
are charging through my veins.
Sinews, muscles, bones
all dense and dark
with anger ready to explode.
All to be surfaced,
one day!
And why do I choose not to point
and shout about it?
My seeming politeness is crippling
My silence is deafening.
The amassing thougths and feelings
are charging through my veins.
Sinews, muscles, bones
all dense and dark
with anger ready to explode.
All to be surfaced,
one day!
Monday, 7 February 2011
Wednesday, 2 February 2011
For the Children
The rising hills, the slopes,
of statistics
lie before us.
the steep climb
of everything, going up,
up, as we all
go down.
In the next century
or the one beyond that,
they say,
are valleys, pastures,
we can meet there in peace
if we make it.
To climb these coming crests
one word to you, to
you and your children:
stay together
learn the flowers
go light
- Gary Snyder -
of statistics
lie before us.
the steep climb
of everything, going up,
up, as we all
go down.
In the next century
or the one beyond that,
they say,
are valleys, pastures,
we can meet there in peace
if we make it.
To climb these coming crests
one word to you, to
you and your children:
stay together
learn the flowers
go light
- Gary Snyder -
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