we talked, you have to listen
to the stone, said the sculptor,
you have to have the patience to
start and the patience to stop;
like working with a blank page,
I said; “but the page was not
formed by weight of time,” I
thought, cleverly doing myself
out of a metaphor; I wandered
on and stopped to smell the
orange rose and noticed the
clouds drift heavy and close
above the nations’ flags, to
realise I was wrong to equate
the stone with paper …
the second of four in the Herstmonceux Triptych (uh oh); on this day Hilary Manuhwa was exhibiting his works in the grounds of the castle; we had a lovely scattery conversation under the windy trees; have a look at cultureinstone if you are interested
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being & stone wormhole: may the supreme and precious jewel bodhichitta … // … take birth where it has not yet done so … // … where it has taken birth may it not decrease … // … but may it increase infinitely
clouds & passing wormhole: occa / s / i // o / n / a // l // l // y
communication & time wormhole: pine // gladioli // [&] wisteria
creativity wormhole: No
listening wormhole: returning home handsome
orange wormhole: 1968 – orange sand and mauve mist
realisation wormhole: comfy
smell wormhole: that comicbookshop … // … in dreams
talking wormhole: to rescue something
thinking wormhole: was there a moon / on the alleyway wall / confused in front of / the city skyline?
writing wormhole: holiday
