I plant a tree
I help an old man cross the street
I walk with others
who walk in the park
heads down, heads up
a day in the world
to gather love in the basket
and give away
“universal forgiveness” of what we have
and what we are.
A moment of each day:
My special moment today is reading the blog of GretchenJoanna about her reading-challenge of Japanese literature. I learned about Makoto Fujimura, artist and writer.Link to her blog:literature
Fujimura wrote a book, Silence and Beauty, based on the writings of Shusaku Endo especially his book, Silence.
I have read Endo’s Silence many years ago and saw the movie adaptation, Silence by Martin Sorcese, recently. I have to thank you for bringing Makato Fujimura and his works. I watched the 7 videos by Fujimura talking about his book, Silence and Beauty. Here is the link:silence
The headache leaves, you download
Everything in a new folder.
The illusion of memory intrudes
Thinking separated parts can be put together
Again. Theory and performance clash
Ego comes between and hard to beat but ways
Are present, deep inside are instructions:
You can achieve oneness.
At dawn you were riding a hot air balloon
anticipation of beauty and terror
a landscape of vineyards, mountains, houses in cluster and solitary
one thousand, two thousand feet or higher
the perspective became wider, objects became smaller
even at the highest point a limit of what you could see
a grain of sand of reality or imagination
light and vision, dreams
lingering at the threshold of waking
then the balloon descended
restoring a balance,“the gravity of unadorned song”
doesn’t sound “intelligent or coherent”
of “what just vanished, a shadow moving away”.
After clouds lifted you experienced
a brighter morning, an eternal frame of hope
“a line of beauty”, “ a riddle”,
“a beauty wedded to something meaningful”,
“psst, a secret whisper from an alleyway.”
note: the quoted words are from the book. The Goldfinch, by Donna Tartt. The story is rich, superb.