The “captions” of a photograph, with people, bending down, to harvest rice, translated…
I believe, that every time one bends down
It’s an accumulation of what is gained
This merely tells you, that even IF you get stepped on at work or whatever right now, you’re actually higher than the people who stepped on you, but, is it, really true??? We’ll just have to wait and see now, don’t we???
Sneaking into an unknown tunnel
Steal the secrets
And so, that would be a very clear way of describing the organ: ears, wouldn’t it? And the person was able to express the purpose and the formation of the ear, using just THOSE two simple lines too.
A poem, translated…
Every morn they would
Start chirping outside my windows
And, started, digging holes inside my garden
And so, that, would be how you woke up every morning, hearing the birds’ calls, it must be nice, to live that close to nature, to be able to enjoy nature’s own symphonies, but perhaps, you feel annoyed, because you’re still in deep sleep, when those birds start to chirp, chirp, chirp…
Do you remember a time when things made a little more sense, when things didn’t seem so quite upside down?
A time when black was black and white was white and love meant love.
When a smile from a stranger made your day and the world around you just moved a little bit slower.
Now it seems as we live in a world of indifference and a society of carbon copies.
A place where a “good morning” or a “hi there” is greeted with a scowl from someone on their phone or a blank look of unfamiliarity.
The world moves too fast now and this escalator of life just keeps taking us along and there’s no real place to step off.
Sometimes I just want to look over the edge and then look a little more until the heels of my feet are raised slightly and at that moment there’s…
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Uncertainties About the Future……aren’t We All!!!
photo by Sylvia
Future Isabella, what can you tell us about the coming winter?
Will it be bitter, the bleak days echoing the quiet,
white stillness of the cold?
Or will it be mild and mellow as the oak trees bring
forth acorn tales to be told?
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When the name you responded to is no longer yours, how’d that happen? You should KNOW your name by now, after all, you’d carried that same name, for, uh??? Your ENTIRE lives, didn’t you? So how come, just now, you can’t even respond to your own name anymore??? When the name you responded to is no longer yours, this, is just ONE of many things that you’d ended up, losing through time, there’s NO doubt, and soon, when you stare into the mirror, you will, shockingly discover: how come there’s a stranger, copying EVERY last one of my moves???
When the name you responded to is no longer yours, there’s NO way to reverse this process, because you’re on your ways, to losing, everything you’d ever known, because that, is how the years had an effect, on your mind. When the name you responded to is no longer yours, you may feel that it isn’t normal, but, you’ll get used to it, after all, you’d eventually become Mr./Mrs./Ms. So-and-So………