Tuesday, September 9, 2014
to talk is not to listen
reality. the sound of the tides, the scent of the freshly cut grass, birdsong and green apples, the gates of death and birth or just the noise of the airplane crossing above my house, all is a song. i always wished i could play music, but what if i could do it? words are not listening, they can be like dead animals stuck on a wall. to make music does not mean living. silence and presence are all. no words.
1+1=3
faces are always borders
and howsoever worn
they are always naked.
the mask is the truth
to be seen
chins force outward,
ears all ear,
noses taste the air,
eyes
inside out
and outside in
all is transparent
and milky
at the same time,
flowing energy
meeting
and withdrawing
all is
always
now
the dance
of life
the earth and the moon,
they can only see
half of each other
day and night,
night and day
when a man
and a woman meet,
walk out of their faces,
the nucleus of the earth
can reveal its mystery
sun and moon
start to turn
and the memory of stars
mirrors itself
unveiled
the root of alchemy
needs awareness
constant care
and the heart
of silence.
remark:
words cannot paint my loneliness.
i leave them here and walk into silence.
energy cannot be lost.
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