autumn meetings
a little bit of jay-walking, and some trees. and a nice caterpillar.
Read More autumn meetingsMonth: October 2011
quietly
the leaves fall quietly, and the trees grow without fuss; the souls pass quietly, whilst the life passes as an endless carnival; the world turns… quietly, running through stars at an astronomical speed; the truly great things take place quietly, whilst the flashy things capture the attention of those present; the eyes of quiet will […]
Read More quietlythe wind of my dreams
this time the wind in my dream was true again. this is to say goodbye to my uncle Robert. a singer, a genealogist, an expert at breeding sheep. life begins, and life ends – and it is a beautiful journey between. the earth brings forth the seed, and the great tree returns to it when […]
Read More the wind of my dreamsthe world of linguistic dreams and infiltrations
tonight i dreamed in greek. as this is a language i have learned from books, i do not know what it sounds like. so the little greek letters danced and moved about, making up chunks of text, sometimes understandable, sometimes totally unintelligible. and i thought in my dream – why am i dreaming this? it […]
Read More the world of linguistic dreams and infiltrationstransparent air
this autumn is not rich in frosts, so the maple leaves turn bright yellow which creates an air of lucidity hard to describe, whatever the colour of the sky. especially when the sky is grey. it seems the sun herself* has come down for a visit ever so brief before the passing of the light. […]
Read More transparent airlast night
last night i was listening to the maple trees outside my window how they created a multicolour susurrus in the dark discussing the latest fashion of the stars and the music of birds of flight as the moon peeked cautiously over the margin of the treeline, hidden by the blocks of flats.
Read More last nightthe music of the earth turning, and a prayer
after an impossibly long and intense week, i have had 14 hours to myself. listening to music and just reading stuff i have wanted to read for ages. and the classic radio played this song, of the earth turning and light being there, and i thought i might repost it here. the translation is on […]
Read More the music of the earth turning, and a prayera day full of waiting for the snow
and so, the dead have been invading my dreams the whole past weeks. the birds have tried to break into my room. it will snow soon. and i think of this song: for no apparent reason, of course.
Read More a day full of waiting for the snowthe moon is full in the storm sky
the radio warned of storm, and how ppl are not advised to approach trees, and how everyone should watch out and all that. i talked to the great old birch-tree at the bus stop, and he seemed to be unperturbed, either by the radio, or by the rising wind. and the moon was right rising, […]
Read More the moon is full in the storm skywhat i saw in the puddles, and a little bit of light moralisation
i liked it. the shadow, and the brightness of the reflections. happy Day of looking for reflections in puddles, people. and.. there is a lesson the reflections in puddles teach: the water may be muddy, and totally useless for anything practical. but it reflects the brilliance of the sun, and the nature, and the sky. […]
Read More what i saw in the puddles, and a little bit of light moralisationsuburbian
one of the nice things about living in a suburb, are the stars. tonight there were so many stars in the dark-dark-blue of the sky. like so many worlds, open. believe, know, and enter. and the geese flew over the city in skeins.
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