28 Kasım 2008 Cuma

.ashes and snow.


."if you come to me at this moment, your minutes will become hours, your hours will become days and your days will become a lifetime."
."to the princess of the elephants.i dissappeared exactly one year ago. on that day i received a letter. it called me back to the place where my life with the elephants began. please forgive me for the silence between us has been unbroken for one year. this letter breaks that silence. it marks my first of 365 letters to you. one for each day of silence. i will never be more myself than in these letters. they are maps of the bird path. and they are all that i know to be true."
."you will remember everything. all we'll be as before. in the beginning of time the sky is filled with flying elephants. every night they lay down in the same place in the sky and dreamt with one eye open. when you gaze up at the stars at night, you are looking into the unblinking eyes of elephants who sleep with one eye open. to best keep watch over us."
."ever since my house burn down i see the moon more clearly. i gazed upon all the edens that had fallen in me. i saw edens that i had held in my hands but let go. i saw promises i did not keep, pains i did not souv, wounds i did not heal, tears i did nor shed, i see deads i did not mourn, prayers i did not answer, door i did not open, doors i did not close, lovers i left behind and dreams i did not live. i saw all that was offered to me, that i could not expect. i saw the letters i wished for but never receive. i saw all that could have been but never will be."
."an elephant with his trunks raised is a letter to the stars. a breaching whale is a letter from a bottom of the sea. these images are letter to my dreams. these letters are my letters to you."
."my heart is like an old house whose windows have not been open for years. but now hear the windows openning. i remember the cranes flowling about the melting snows of the himalayas. sleeping on the tails on meneties, the songs of the beard of the seals, the bark of the zebra, the thrill of ,the clicks of the sand, the ears of the caracal, the sway of the elephants, the breaching of the whales and the silhouette of the eland.i remember the curl of the meerkat's toes, floating on the ganges, sailing on the nile, ascending the steps of...i remember wandering through the corridors of hatshepsut and the faces of many women. endless seas and thousand miles of rivers. i remember father to children... and the taste... i remember... and the pealing of the peach... i remember everything. but i do not remember ever having left."
."the longer i watch the savanna elephants, the more i listen, the more that i open, they remind me of who i am. may the guardian elepjants hear my wish to colloborate with all the musicians of nature's orchestra. i want to see through the eye of an elephant. i want to join the dance that has no steps. i want to become the dance. "
."i can't tell if you're getting closer or farther away. i long for the serenity i found when i looked upon your face. perhaps if your face could be returned to me now, i would find it easier to recover the face i seemed to have lost, my own.
."feather to fire, fire to blood, blood to bone, bone t marrow, marrow to ashes, ashes to snow, feather to fire, fire to blood, blood to bone, bone to marrow, marrow to ashes, ashes to snow,feather to fire, fire to blood, blood to bone, bone to marrow, marrow to ashes, ashes to snow,feather to fire, fire to blood, blood to bone, bone to marrow, marrow to ashes, ashes to snow,feather to fire, fire to blood, blood to bone, bone to marrow, marrow to ashes, ashes to snow,feather to fire, fire to blood, blood to bone, bone to marrow, marrow to ashes, ashes to snow..."
."the whales did not sing, because they have an answer. they sing because they have a song".
."what matters is not what is written on the page, what matters is what is written in the heart. so burn the letters and lay their ashes on the snow at the river's edge when spring comes and the snow melts and the river rises,return to the bank's of the river and reread my letters with eyes closed. let the words and images wash over your body loke waves. reread the letters with your hand cupped over your ear. listen to the songs of eden. page after page,after page. fly the birth path. fly, fly,fly...".

1 yorum:

nihavent uvertür dedi ki...

Şu anda izliyorum. Evet: "Tüy ateşe, ateş kana, kan kemiğe, kemik iliğe, ilik küllere, küller kara."