Eng.            TONIC 3 ~         
    A glade

 

The art
undulates everywhere,
therefore also in all the flowers
who  have  not  yet  been  gathered,
and therefore who take delight in the glade
that they have been creating
since the dawn of Human

Once upon a time,
across this glade a botanist came past.
Yes, he was worrying about

the way of taking delight in the respect
which his scientific staff constantly revealed to him.

No, i did not notice any beam of smile in his eyes.

Perhaps was he thinking of a family misunderstanding ?
or maybe
was he analyzing the formula for chlorophyll synthesis ?

No, he cannot no longer be seen,
as he came past
to some other places periodically set with his justified absence.

And You ?

can't You see ? really nothing ?
take a look just below ... over there on the path
... what could it be ? ...
...................
a grain

...................

... hush ... it is whispering ... listen ...

Another time
across the same glade a farmer came past.
No, he is not graduated. He can hardly read.

Yes, i noticed a beam of smile in his eyes.
At once my feeling made me understand
that
he was intensively looking at the flowers.

i looked into his heart, because it was open :
it was definitely free from any idea of himself,

of any one, or of any thing
because in this space
there were only flowers ... and the same glade.

Such a place
here
in this boundless Moment of the Great Present

What about wisdom ?
In which one of those two human becomings,
wisdom does smell = our blossom ?

... = ...

... the small grain goes on whispering ...

Now, open your eyes 
and smell this delightful scent,
do You remember ?

hushshsh

say nothing

  

Photos by Harm Kuijers