Small graphs, 5cm squares, profile cups.
The outlines of desire.
Were there milk cows?
Perhaps even tears to be drunk, a common, crying grail.
I wonder about abundance and loneliness.
I wonder about their teeth and the shape of them
revealing bloodlines, age, the frail sweetness of life.
I wonder about a man protecting a child in death,
different faces, their graves
a diffusion of different faces.
each one sitting round the boiling fire pots, sipping cool in summer and warmth in winter.
Every day, repeating rounds, circles, until something happens, a cup or a body breaks, is buried.
Then the wait - needing another to love, to hold, to drink.
Other buried drinking beakers are fine, perfect, prized, waiting with the broken bodies for something else too. Something hoped for, to be held in the clay, to be held eternally.
left patience generosity right discipline joyous exertion ____________________________________ D O N ' T T O U C H - the finger pointing at the moon ____________________________________ blue tape copper leaf ivory black _____________________________________ The recollected go forth to lives of renunciation
as 1 "wild swans leave one after another"
2 "grey bones (149 of the 206) cast aside like gourds in autumn - what pleasure will there be in looking at them?" 3 the world wake up! don't be careless! s t i l l i n g t h e f u n c t i o n s _____________________________________ practice active listening ________________________________________________________ diminishing what? ________________________________________________________ playlifeplaylife life play P L A Y life ________________________________________________________ trust yourself trust the world