Try never to repeat yourself - not in the icon, not on the
canvas, not in the word;
if something in its act recalls an ancient deed,
then, the voice of the new birth tells me:
Erase, be quiet, stifle the fire if fire it be,
so that the corset of your thoughts may be lighter
and not rust,
so that you may hear the breath of a new day in the desert.
Cleanse your hearing, erase the bygone days, only thus
will you be more sensitive and more white,
for like a dark stain these days sagely
lie upon your vestments, and in the breath of the wave
you will find the furrow of the new.
Your thought will find the contours and stamp them with the seal
of your advance.
:)
ReplyDelete