― Tahir Shah, House of the Tiger King
“the psyche has been burned
and left us senseless,
the world has been darker than lights-out
in a closet full of hungry bats,
and the whiskey and wine entered our veins
when blood was too weak to carry on”
― Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
Investigation may be likened to the long months of pregnancy, and solving a problem to the day of birth. To investigate a problem is, indeed, to solve it. Chairman Mao.
A word aptly spoken is like apples of gold in settings of silver.
FOTO – APPLE TREE IN ARMIDALE. MOB.
Poem 50 ("I lost my way, I forgot …") from "Book of Mercy"
I lost my way, I forgot to call on your name. The raw heart beat against the world, and the tears were for my lost victory. But you are here. You have always been here. The world is all forgetting, and the heart is a rage of directions, but your name unifies the heart, and the world is lifted into its place. Blessed is the one who waits in the traveller’s heart for his turning.