четверг, 06 мая 2010
12:44

The Forest of heart [з нотаток велешки]

Llynn
All we are is dust in the wind. Stardust
Listening to Mark Knopfler, swaying gently as if my arms were branches...
Lotus-candle near the bed.
Cards in my hands.
First opening. Yet not unwrapping. Just the first brief encounter, the glimpse.
All of a sudden I got it. Caught a glimpse of the forest. The ferns. The spiderweb.
At the backside of the mind. Reflection in the secret lake - at the heart of the forest.
Not to be disturbed with the threads of the mind, with all the flapping and wading, content and IC analysis.
I fuss too much with the brainwork. And the fragile image on the water surface is gone.
I put the cards back into the box- Glad to meet you. Thanks. See you soon- and fall asleep under the lace of green shadows.


@темы: щоденники, МАГІЧНИЙ ТЕАТР ТІЛЬКИ ДЛЯ БОЖЕВІЛЬНИХ, галерея

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