Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Out of the Body, Gamboling

from Legend
by H.C.

As silent as a mirror is believed
Realities plunge in silence by ... 



Many thanks.


I found a centipede curled up in the cup where I keep my toothbrush.
     - Michael Neault, S&G Society #27        




somewhere I have never travelled,gladly beyond
by e.e.c.

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

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