but until now I never knew..
that fluttering things have so distinct a shade.

-Wallace Stevens

be it as if i were with you..

(be not too certain but i am now with you.)

Seeing is Forgetting the Name of the Thing One Sees

no one else
sees the world the way you do
a single line
across the wall 
encircling all
a sky where spirits dwell
looking down on a sea of blue
whispering secrets in the breeze
shimmering
air gathering around them
like held breath
in cold and ashen dreams
yours
and mine..

beauty is momentary in the mind

truth must, by metaphor, be

all moments no matter how long

fade away..

A Man In His Life

A man doesn't have time in his life
to have time for everything.
He doesn't have seasons enough to have
a season for every purpose. Ecclesiastes
Was wrong about that.

A man needs to love and to hate at the same moment,
to laugh and cry with the same eyes,
with the same hands to throw stones and to gather them,
to make love in war and war in love.
And to hate and forgive and remember and forget,
to arrange and confuse, to eat and to digest
what history
takes years and years to do.

A man doesn't have time.
When he loses he seeks, when he finds
he forgets, when he forgets he loves, when he loves
he begins to forget.

And his soul is seasoned, his soul
is very professional.
Only his body remains forever
an amateur. It tries and it misses,
gets muddled, doesn't learn a thing,
drunk and blind in its pleasures and its pains.

He will die as figs die in autumn,
Shriveled and full of himself and sweet,
the leaves growing dry on the ground,
the bare branches pointing to the place
where there's time for everything.

Yehuda Amichai

one more leaf
fallen
minutes trickle on..
life continuesthen
we are gone

m.kamel

what imagination seizes as beauty must be truth..