Saturday, September 13, 2014

Beloved Sun, why such a sideways glance? On every hill, in each vale, Flora outdoes itself in a bid to gladden the eye of Ra with swirling tapestries of scarlet, gold, maroon and green. The rivers are in a hurry to flow down to the sea, to greet the salmon as it leaps in the other direction.  Fare thee well, blessed summer.

Within the change there is a wind, stirring, lifting the branches.

The birch-leaves scatter, heart-shaped coins, dropping upon the grass.

While holding a piece of jade, taken from a mountain of serpentine, I close my eyes.

There is no more eye, only aye. And there the golden shower is unceasing. Thoughts descend in translucent geometries, as if in crystal-flakes and keys to knowledge not yet unlocked, as a snow that does not chill, ushering in a winter of transformation.









2 comments:

bluestorm said...

How well you've captured the unsettling feeling of this particular season change.
A mesmerizing write !!

Iulia Flame said...

Thank you for reading, dear friend.

all is translation (and every bit of us is lost in it)

Rilke (Leonid Pasternak, 1900) Image credit to Wikimedia Commons GONG Sound, no longer measurable with the sense of hearing. As ...

popular on this site