Fog moving

Chien is dog in French, heaven in Chinese. It is all the same. This morning fog climbs toward sky, hiding crows and deer.  It is all the same.

fog moving

I am not I.

               I am this one

Walking beside me whom I do not see,

Whom at times I manage to visit,

And whom at other times I forget;

The one who remains silent when I talk,

The one who forgives, sweet, when I hate,

The one who takes a walk where I am not,

The one who will remain standing when I die.

                                    —Juan Ramon Jimenez

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About Lightning Heart

Nomad. Poet. Philosopher. Teacher. View all posts by Lightning Heart

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