tirsdag 11. juli 2017

Ingen skal laste en annen for slikt som hender så mange en mann; lett kan den mektige lysten gjøre den klokeste kar til en narr...---Keine andere wie Hände, wie viele einen Mann zu laden; leicht der mächtige Wunsch der weiseste Mann, der ein Narr zu tun ...--- Non pour charger une autre, comme les mains que d'un homme; facilement le puissant désir de faire l'homme le plus sage un fou ...--- No one shall load another for such as hands so many a man; Easily the mighty desire can make the wisest guy a fool ...


Come drifting,
Come lightly,
Come in solemn,
Alone,
Bearing the distant hills down
   to the foot of the trees nearby,
Fusing all fields I see your
   one field,
Turn the mountain into one single
   the block of your body...


I'm a keeper of sheep.
The sheep are my thoughts
And my thoughts are all
   sensations.
I think with my eyes and ears
And with my hands and feet
And with my nose and mouth.

To think a flower is to see and smell it
And to eat a fruit is to taste its meaning.

That's why on a hot day
When I ache from enjoying it so much,
And stretch out on the grass,
Closing my warm eyes,
I feel my whole body lying full length in reality,
I know the truth and I'm happy...



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