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The afternoon swam by
like a giant fish
with red translucent scales.
In its stillness
the palm trees were copper
and coconuts round
with the clanging of a gong; my eyes
in the orange sifting of oboes.
~Wang Phui Nam (1935-)*
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fire in the sea
an anthology of poetry and art
Once upon a time, I dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, unaware that I was myself. Soon I awaked, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man.*
Taoist regard the reality of imagination and of dreams as no less real than what is usually called realty by contrast.
*Zhuangzi, Butterfly and a Companion: Meditation on the 1 of 3 Chapters of the Chuang-Tzu
Looking is a gift, but seeing is a power. ~ Jeff Berner
Originally posted on Nathan De Ruwe:
Every time I heard about Morocco, it was about their culture, the spices, traditions,… It got me very excited to visit this country. However after my visit I have a different opinion.
I saw the darker side of Morocco which is hidden from normal tourists. The dirty streets, poverty, bad living conditions,… There is more to these people than what meets the eye especially if you leave the touristic places.
the rememberer…is a person who defies the natural laws of decay, one who makes the heart a more hospitable ground for the traces of the past than stone could ever be. The rememberer might also be a lonely rebel against the passage of time. To resist the erasures occasioned by this passage of time, memories have to be written down.
…the memories which lie within us are not carved in stone, nor do they tend to become erased as years go by. But often they change, or even grow by incorporating extraneous features. ‘This scant reliability of our memories will be satisfactorily explained only when we know in what language, what alphabet they are written, on what surface, and with what pen: to this day we are still far from this goal.’ [Primo Levi] *
Bridge Across Broken Time