Listening is the most dangerous thing of all, listening means knowing, finding out about something and knowing what’s going on, our ears don’t have lids that can instinctively close against the words uttered, they can’t hide from what they sense they’re about to hear, it’s always too late.
Verso mattina i bidoni son pieni di sogni interrotti.
Jan Skácel
The magic fades too fast
the scent of summer never lasts
the nights turn hollow and vast
but nothing remains…nothing lasts.
– Sanober Khan –
Life and summer are fleeting,’ sang the bird …
– Elyne Mitchell –
Tomorrow came
with the illusion of today
even more fleeting than yesterday
it came
like it always comes
and went
like it’s always gone
like a favorite song
in its final seconds
Tomorrow came and left
leaving nothing
nothing…
but a familiar
lingering
sense of loss behind.
– Sanober Khan –
And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair
– Kahlil Gibran – The Prophet
The love of wilderness is more than a hunger for what is always beyong reach; it is also an expression of loyalty to the earth, the earth which bore us and sustains us, the only paradise we shall ever know, the only paradise we ever need, if only we had the eyes to see.
satomipoema 