Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Metamorphoses: found an old poem and translated it
Metamorphoses :
Illness
I am You are no apple
an apple is an apple is an apple
is no apple
eats no apple
You can
not be an apple,
eat apples,
and understand all this
or nothing at all,
be a part,
participate
or be yourself
or be with me
or be without me
or not be present
or not be with yourself
I can dream you
dream me,
dream us,
wake in the mornings
I can hold on,
let go,
hold lightly,
stay away strong
In the wind we can
drift out of the wind,
shimmer, tiny specks of light,
whirl around, grains of dust
We burn,
we are scorched,
we drink.
we drown
We rise from roots,
we grow rootless,
we cannot stay,
we change
We walk,
We walk,
we perish,
we go down,
we walk across
life is a game?
whosoever reads this:
i am as crazy as you are, as hurt, as blind as you.
and who says not having expectations, preconcepts, illusions and
to know the limits: this one is just trying to stay aloof
and does not like to see herself or himself.
if life is a game, then let us play it and lose.
but it will play us, and we can only accept or not accept.
it leads to the absurd question: for some of you,
is orgasm only possible alone or with somebody else?
why and is or was it better with letting go and let life and
death and love happen?
alone is not a sin but boring.
for what?
goodbye, sleep. good morning, day.
i am alive. still.
why not..
but why not dis-appear?
a question thought asks, no animal soul could.
is love true or just a weird idea?
is it always corrupted by emotions and defence
and blinded by desire and longing?`
is my badness as natural as for a cat to play and kill a mouse?
i accept it in my cat as natural instinct.
should i not pay the same respect to myself?
i love my cat as there is no reason to hate it or to feel frustrated.
yo can share my weird ways of thinking outside 'norms'
or not.
i am as crazy as you are, as hurt, as blind as you.
and who says not having expectations, preconcepts, illusions and
to know the limits: this one is just trying to stay aloof
and does not like to see herself or himself.
if life is a game, then let us play it and lose.
but it will play us, and we can only accept or not accept.
it leads to the absurd question: for some of you,
is orgasm only possible alone or with somebody else?
why and is or was it better with letting go and let life and
death and love happen?
alone is not a sin but boring.
for what?
goodbye, sleep. good morning, day.
i am alive. still.
why not..
but why not dis-appear?
a question thought asks, no animal soul could.
is love true or just a weird idea?
is it always corrupted by emotions and defence
and blinded by desire and longing?`
is my badness as natural as for a cat to play and kill a mouse?
i accept it in my cat as natural instinct.
should i not pay the same respect to myself?
i love my cat as there is no reason to hate it or to feel frustrated.
yo can share my weird ways of thinking outside 'norms'
or not.
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