Listen:
sight
steps lightly
hearing
keeps its distance
smell
smiles
touch
risks
taste
though
makes
the most
sense
(This poem started to come in 1984 in Florence, Italy)
Listen:
sight
steps lightly
hearing
keeps its distance
smell
smiles
touch
risks
taste
though
makes
the most
sense
(This poem started to come in 1984 in Florence, Italy)
Listen:
so long
takes so long
I am
blind
lose
my way
to
temple
Listen:
a button waits
a needle hums
a thread whispers
through the eye
calm ascends
the button holds
as I
take time
to mend
Listen:
Perpetual Motion
We are so unfortunate that we can only take pleasure in a thing on condition of being annoyed if it turn out ill, as a thousand things can do, and do every hour. The one who should find the secret of rejoicing in the good, without troubling oneself with its contrary evil, would have hit the mark. It is perpetual motion.. Blaise Pascal, Pensees, 181
today
I am packing boxes
to move
I want to move
like water
without the burden
of fear
taking me
I want to take
aim at
perpetual motion
step
with lightness
and never
stop
Through my bedroom window
this came
to me
I still
bow
A Video Reflection
Listen:
the performance begins
in the dark
a wind wanders in
the silence is unbroken
whole
strong
radiant
with knowing
eyes tear
all descend
into
light
a poem
arranges itself
into being
the cosmos
into a single
leaf
a body
into somebody
original
every Thursday
our friendship ends
and begins
the table
an old wheel
some bread
some wine
the change
eludes us
who can separate
us
who can know
this
from now
to now
the door
stands
open
I stumble
over this word
to say it
to another
to imagine
the un
bear
the un
I stumble over
my self