To say something is beautiful is no longer a question of aesthetic.
things were different those days..
“Charlie? Is that you?” says the man chasing the birds..
as if she were trying to protect them, being able to hold fewer things every step, and in a moment’s notice decided to let go of one more thing and with a loving expression waved goodbye. Watching her disappear into the night with her long steps, I lost many words and the image of walking into oblivion hunted me forever.
bay at vision
always saying something clever..
this it is
and then we can start.
باز گرد از هست، سوی نیستی
طالب رَبّی و ربّانیستی
return from the thing to Nothingness
in search for God and Godness-ness
جای دخل است این عدم از وَی مَرَم
جای خرج است این وجودِ بیش و کم
it is pure income this nothingness، don’t avoid it
for this existence more or less is expenditure
کارگاه صنع حق، چون نیستی است
پس بُرونِ کارگه بی قیمتی است
creative workshop of Truth like nothingness
so outside of the workshop lies unworthiness