Crédit photo : photo de Kyoto (Japan en avril 2004), trouvée sur Commons.

In the spring Japan 

A heavy mist rises

out of the valley

like gun smoke, rifling

the air, setting off a time piece

of timelessness.

This unmetered rural wetness

that meets me most mornings

ever since I’ve transported

to this mystic realm.

I can only hand this truth over to you

That the stars are still indifferent to us

As they wait for no one behind the lights

But their indifference is perfect

Like the last pieces of a dying artist

Who you swore you were going to meet.

But like these stars

Some night when a rare black out falls over the city

And the glare recedes from view

I will look for you

to find my way of timelessness.

Japanese mountaineer

Filled up with lust

to quench my thirst,

shocked through the rays

of the tired sun.

Revived by the breath.

Ignited, you wake me up,

you kindle during my sleep

the last signs

of recognition.

Every ground letter

You bring back written

In all languages

In the dark lair.

Smudge again

The colors across the dead

whiteness of the night, smash the dawn

before the sun.

From the night, the flowers bloom

And the morning is glittering in the horizon,

Under the veil of the morning.

The eyes of the mountaineer,

The light of the sun

Japanese mountaineer

naked in the moonlight.

Japanese Spirit

Forest Spirit is the master of woods and beasts, the shepherd whose stock consists of deer, roes and rabbits, which are looked after by wolves or lynxes. His cheeks are blue, his eyes are green, and his beard is long and green. Sometimes he covers himself with furs, and some of the legends depict him as wearing a mask and having horns. His left shoe is always on his right foot, he buckles his sheepskin on the wrong side. He does not have a shadow, his blood is blue. He is looking at something else. I don’t know what. Maybe soul? His look is blunt and his pupils are small. I kissed him in the neck, exactly the place where the Adam’s Apple is.

* * *

If you were living just across and if I were a tree

In that yard,

I’d delight you with fruit,

I’ll be watered with your glimpse,

just look at me in ardor,

I’d bear the sweetest fruit for you.

Trees of Japan

In some mysterious and wonderful way we are part of everything. And in that same mysterious and wonderful way, everything is a part. In order to experience this, we must be aware of how limited our senses are �eyes, ears touch, smell, taste. These senses help us to function in the Seen World. What we see is interpreted by our minds and put inside our belief system, and this can become our reality. But there also exists an Unseen World. In this world we experience connectedness; we experience the mystery; and we experience another whole point of view. If we pay attention to both the Unseen World and the Seen World, our belief systems will print in our mind a new and wonderful reality. We will see and know we are a part of everything trees of japan