Tuesday, October 15, 2013

(the dark language of autumn rain heard through the open window as i post this)

I cannot be grasped in the here and now. For I reside just as much with the dead as with the unborn.
Somewhat closer to the heart of creation than usual.
But not nearly close enough.

--Paul Klee


  1. I can't extract myself from the richness of this. Not that I want to. :)

  2. it is autumn! that impossibly rich, fading away, slowly decaying into something ungraspable autumn - this nature of autumn teaches us to reside with everything, to peacefully, serenely...
    (or so i feel now, as i have grown older :-)