Things of Life

Mi-am culcat capul în iarba, Și acum văd doar cerul; Nu ma mai sinchisesc de nimic, Nici măcar de furnicile alea roșii care pisca rău. Sunt imun la pamantul asta, Ca el m-a crescut; In el mi-am infipt gleznele adânc... Mi-am regasit vechea urma adâncită Si m-am asezat ca-ntr-un căuș, Mi-am ridicat palma în sus Si ea s-a proiectat pe cer, Asa, ca o strigare...

     It's so therapeutic to knead on a handful of sand! At one point I feel like eating it. When I was little I enjoyed tasting it once in a while. Even rocks-- I  crunched on bits of them, that years later dentists were asking me what did I do with my front teeth. Tasting the earth... We are told that we are made of earth, so it makes sense.      As my stay here is getting longer and longer I am more conscious of my own body, the matter of which is made of, its organic nature, its chemistry, what my body likes and dislikes. I am more sensitive to its needs, pains, pleasures, and I am increasingly apprehensive to put in my own body, or even close to it, something that is far from earth. If my body is wounded, healing must come from earth as well.      In time I become closer and closer to earth. I like to feel it. I touch everything that I can as far as things of the earth. I truly shun socks in the summer, or I go for vegetables with di...

I do not have a question right now-- How can I write a poem without it? My spirit is still like waveless water, Whose turmoil only would lift up verses... Thus,  I am lounging in the quietness of my soul;  I could open doors to let the winds come in, So I could write about bad weather... But no, I let the quiet sink in, And listen...

     Before I paint a landscape, I feel the landscape.      I am not a desert person, no doubt about it. However, that's on my plate right now-- sand, cacti, yellow, dry air... I would not have known what dry air is till I went beyond the end of the desert and felt the humid air. Sometimes back and forth,  comparing and contrasting, in time. I understood then why people reacted so fussily in regards to the type of air. Most of them like dry air, and loathe the humid one. But I feel that dry air is no feel at all, while it's still harsh on the skin. The sun is scorching in the desert and you miss the breath of the foliage. If the sun is not hurting you, then the dusty wind will...      Because its vegetation is scarce, the desert lets you see far and beyond. So, a perception of the vastness of the land kicks in. You feel yourself so small. This is not necessarily bad because it's true. In the desert the landscape is hazy and it helps you ...