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10.05.202513:08
09.05.202509:02
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind.
But to what purpose
Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves
I do not know.
Other echoes
Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow?
Quick, said the bird, find them, find them,
Round the corner. Through the first gate,
Into our first world, shall we follow
The deception of the thrush? Into our first world.
There they were, dignified, invisible,
Moving without pressure, over the dead leaves,
In the autumn heat, through the vibrant air,
And the bird called, in response to
The unheard music hidden in the shrubbery,
And the unseen eyebeam crossed, for the roses
Had the look of flowers that are looked at.
There they were as our guests, accepted and accepting.
So we moved, and they, in a formal pattern,
Along the empty alley, into the box circle,
To look down into the drained pool.
Dry the pool, dry concrete, brown edged,
And the pool was filled with water out of sunlight,
And the lotos rose, quietly, quietly,
The surface glittered out of heart of light,
And they were behind us, reflected in the pool.
Then a cloud passed, and the pool was empty.
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind.
But to what purpose
Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves
I do not know.
Other echoes
Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow?
Quick, said the bird, find them, find them,
Round the corner. Through the first gate,
Into our first world, shall we follow
The deception of the thrush? Into our first world.
There they were, dignified, invisible,
Moving without pressure, over the dead leaves,
In the autumn heat, through the vibrant air,
And the bird called, in response to
The unheard music hidden in the shrubbery,
And the unseen eyebeam crossed, for the roses
Had the look of flowers that are looked at.
There they were as our guests, accepted and accepting.
So we moved, and they, in a formal pattern,
Along the empty alley, into the box circle,
To look down into the drained pool.
Dry the pool, dry concrete, brown edged,
And the pool was filled with water out of sunlight,
And the lotos rose, quietly, quietly,
The surface glittered out of heart of light,
And they were behind us, reflected in the pool.
Then a cloud passed, and the pool was empty.
08.05.202520:19
Time past and time future point to one day, which is always present.
08.05.202519:44
08.05.202517:03
And no one called us to the land, and no one knows the wheres or whys, but something stirs and something tries – and starts to climb towards the light.
08.05.202516:26
Go, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children,
Hidden excitedly, containing laughter.
Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind
Cannot bear very much reality.
Time past and time future
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Hidden excitedly, containing laughter.
Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind
Cannot bear very much reality.
Time past and time future
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
10.05.202510:32
09.05.202509:01
08.05.202520:16
Look out the window. Doesn’t this remind you of when you were in the leaves, hidden excitedly, containing laughter, and then later than night, you were lying, looking up at the ceiling, and the bird in your head said that time past and time future point to one day, which is always present.
08.05.202517:40
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09.05.202513:06
09.05.202506:17
Why is it that the birds are still, but your heart is singing?
08.05.202520:11
One day you'll find yourself lying in your bed, the same way you are every night, and you'll be wondering, why is it that the birds are singing, but your heart is still.
08.05.202517:15
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08.05.202503:40
09.05.202513:04
And doesn't this remind you of when you were in the sky, down the passage which you didn't take, towards the door you never opened, and then later that night, you were lying in the grass, looking up at the ceiling, and the stars in your eyes were not dissimilar from tears, and you thought to yourself, ‘Why is it that the tears are flowing, but the stars are still?’
09.05.202506:17
08.05.202520:01
Go, said the 🦚. For the leaves were full of high hopes.
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