“I’m beginning to think that maybe it’s not just how much you love someone. Maybe what matters is who you are when you’re with them.”
- Anne Tyler, The Accidental Tourist
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The Mouth of Krishna
Nara, Japan, 2018, #746. Pigments, gampi paper and gold leaf.
I clear the path for my way, at
The periphery of time - a wanton
Disregard for calm and clamorIn phase of pines standing
At the lake as mirror among
Temples of the crying windOf belonging taxon and adrift in
Legion with the glow of roseOf fecund petals, light-ghosts
Dancing on the sleeve of a
Beige and bracken loveBring me in time to an
Open door before the
Day expires where we walkGrasped in the grace
of silent surrender
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We can never establish with certainty what part of our relations with others is the result of our emotions-love, antipathy, charity, or malice-and what part is predetermined by the constant power play among individuals. True human goodness, in all its purity and freedom, can come to the fore only when its recipient has no power.
Another dream of
summer drips from
my iris, freezes, and
shatters on the
sidewalk outside your
apartment as I
leave for
the 53rd
last time.
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©shinji aratani
Distant memories.
“It was a privilege to love you, and it was a privilege to let you go. Both helped shape me into the person I have become.”— Beau Taplin