private dreams upon reflection

Thursday, 22 May 2014

Their heart we do not know


















Fish never tire of water; no one other than a fish knows their heart. 
Birds love the woods; no one other than a bird knows their heart. 
The same is true of those who savor reclusion.

(Kamo no Chomei, Tr. David Barnhill)




 







 








*The title of this post is a line from Bashō, the Japanese poet. 
I thank Michael Tweed for sharing the beautiful lines from Kamo no Chomei on Roxana Ghita's blog. 
And, it goes without saying, Roxana's post has been inspiring. 
The only difference is that my fish has no name yet.

Thursday, 26 September 2013

Friday, 6 September 2013

I have been here before



          



          I have been here before,
              But when or how I cannot tell:
          I know the grass beyond the door,
              The sweet keen smell,
    The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.


          You have been mine before,—
              How long ago I may not know:
          But just when at that swallow's soar
              Your neck turned so,
    Some veil did fall,—I knew it all of yore.


          Has this been thus before?
              And shall not thus time's eddying flight
          Still with our lives our love restore
              In death's despite,
    And day and night yield one delight once more?

 (Sudden Light, Dante Gabriel Rossetti)





To be blunt and sentimental

I have been here before, I have done this another time, repeated the same gestures, pressed the same keys on the keyboard.  
I have even written these words. The blog that I am starting today has been hunting me for a year now, with an intensity
that almost bothered my day-to-day repeated actions.

And then, when time came, I started thinking of its appearance as one thinks of the things that bring joy. What colors to use, 
what words to write, what shape to give to all the incoming thoughts, all the unprocessed photos and all those travelled 
and travelled once more roads. It then occurred to me that beauty is simple and repetitive, that we all see the same things, 
albeit with different eyes and record them with different cameras. It is this beauty of repetition that has convinced me to start.




Friday, 21 June 2013

This peacefulness




















































I didn't want any flowers, I only wanted
To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
How free it is, you have no idea how free ----
The peacefulness is so big it dazes you

(fragment from Sylvia Plath: Tulips)






















                                            * Domnului profesor A. M., cultivator şi adorator de flori.

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Starea ta naturala (perfecţiunea) nu este nici entuziasmul, nici descurajarea. Starea ta naturală este liniştea. * Iubirea musei nu e pasională, e totală. Musa cunoaşte ceva asemănător adoraţiei, dar mai adânc, mai liniştit. Vă scriu din altă lume... * (Gellu Naum: Calea Şearpelui)

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