They both listened silently to the water, which to them was not just water, but the voice of life, the voice of Being, the voice of perpetual Becoming.
― Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha
Hoarse visions and misty revolutions –
Shrivelled, turbid and warm,
Drip down civilization’s neck,
Of forgotten gold and silver.
Cruelty sweet and apathy sour,
Flow out of these
Crusty cracks and ivory paths
Handcrafted to perfection, so
They may yield the curves of withered lives.
Placid as a water mirror
And sharp as forgotten promises,
These breaths of old,
Scatter the winds
To whispered worlds of tranquillity.
Fallen at the altar of apathy,
Souls depart in search
Of emerald worlds,
Hoping refuge is safeguarded
By beings who emulate Adam’s ale.
(featured image from Openverse – Water carvings in Africa)
Be like water making its way through cracks. Do not be assertive, but adjust to…
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