Ku Sang (1919-2004; trans. Brother Anthony, of Taizé)
Myself
It is more than
the deep roots of every emotion,
big or small, of every kind,
that squirm and kick like little children
somewhere inside
and more than
the deep-sea fish
of six senses and seven sins,
that waves its tail
like a night-time shadow on a window pane
more, too, than
star-dust littering the yards
of Original Sin and Karma,
passing through the obscure darkness of the potter's kiln
and more than
the oasis spring gushing from the desert sand,
melting again into foam and flowing
after filtering through strata of origins and time
with their rustle of dry grass,
and the crack in the glacier, or even exploding particles
more, too, than
the world, itself smaller
than a millet seed
in the cosmic vastnesses
and more than
the ether -- fullness of the boundless void
reaching beyond billions of light years
of starlight
more, too, than
the substantiality such fullness gives,
and more than its opposing nihility,
more, too, than unknown death
more, greater,
a soundless cosmic shout!
An immensity embracing Eternity!
Myself.
Bottey Zadi Zoaurou (1938- )
Lexique vessiste
Braiser pour assassiner
Tailler pour étudier
Cagoulier et machettier
Deux synonymes de terroristes
Sunday, June 27, 2010
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