"Smoke and wind and fire are all things you can feel but can't touch. Memories and dreams are like that too. They're what this world is made up of. There's really only a very short time that we get hair and teeth and put on red cloth and have bones and skin and look out eyes. Not for long. Some folks longer than others. If you're lucky, you'll get to be the one who tells the story: how the eyes have seen, the hair has blown, the caress the skin has felt, how the bones have ached.
"What the human heart is like, " he said.
"How the devil called and we did not answer.
"How we answered."

from The Man Who Fell In Love With The Moon

Saturday, May 26, 2012

charms

And

after letting go of wanting that little Jay feather I went and sat in the park in a golden light yesterday.  I took off my shoes and socks, folded my legs beneath me and resolved to watch the world for a few minutes. No expectations. Sometime into my vigil, I don't remember how long exactly, from the corner of my eye I saw there was a feather flickering in the grass.  



Kanji



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