When three or four are gathered in a room there’s always one who’s standing by a window. And he must see injustice among the thorns, fires devouring the hill, and see how men who went forth whole are returned to their homes at nightfall like small change. When three or four are gathered in a room there’s always one who’s standing by a window: dark hair above his thoughts, behind him words; before him voices wandering without a knapsack, waterless prophecies, hearts without provisions, large stones returned, unread, like letters with no address and no one to receive them. (Yehuda Amihai, translation by Robert Friend)
I don’t know why and how my languages broke. Maybe it’s me who did.
Or maybe it’s me who didn’t-but had to sacrifice the language part.
TO A FRIEND
All the parts of us
That we let shatter,
Fall through our own fingers,
Wondering whether we should sweep them up somehow
To make things neater.
All the part of us
That we let break
And scatter,
In order to remain unbroken
At the center--
The center they don't see.
All the parts of us
Strengthened by the shards
To keep the center
Unbreakable.
Hugs, dear Chen. I should post this as a note or something, I suppose, but I'm feeling a little extra private this morning. Thanks for your words; they help me think more clearly today. :)
Oh dear Chen, April, whoever you are. Your secrets are amazing. Your truth is beautiful. Your writing both devastating and divine. I am bawling my eyes out.
I don’t know why and how my languages broke. Maybe it’s me who did.
Or maybe it’s me who didn’t-but had to sacrifice the language part.
TO A FRIEND
All the parts of us
That we let shatter,
Fall through our own fingers,
Wondering whether we should sweep them up somehow
To make things neater.
All the part of us
That we let break
And scatter,
In order to remain unbroken
At the center--
The center they don't see.
All the parts of us
Strengthened by the shards
To keep the center
Unbreakable.
Hugs, dear Chen. I should post this as a note or something, I suppose, but I'm feeling a little extra private this morning. Thanks for your words; they help me think more clearly today. :)
To my eyes, trees are far more precious than all the gold of El Dorado.
So strong it hurts just to read.
Huge thank you for the restacks, @Fotini and @Lique
@Dave pearen, thank you so much
Oh dear Chen, April, whoever you are. Your secrets are amazing. Your truth is beautiful. Your writing both devastating and divine. I am bawling my eyes out.
Your language is never horrible, Chen, and the heart and soul shine through perfectly!
Nice picture…always an Angel^^
Wow! What a harrowing story. I'm glad you survived. Thank you for sharing.