one of my dreams is to see every aspects-at least of one single thing. i feel that with this i could know, for a second, everything;sometimes, i think that the secret can be contained in a seed of poppy (i think i already said that in a poem).and here the summer can show, through its light, like winter too, the nuances of the thoughts more than evidences of the spring or autumn.i embrace your poppies:)
miriam, this is exactly what james and i were talking about in relation to these photos before bed last night. these specificities hum with a truth which feels like a key to unlocking every secret of existence. perhaps the whole truth is only difficult to see because of how our minds interpret. but certainly the hairs along the poppy pod and shaft, the pleats and frail skin of the flowers, very much feel like the truth to us too. if only we could put our deepest hands to them, close our eyes, and read in a kind of braille, a new unobstructed way of seeing, and understand, truly truly understand. that you feel this way, that the world opens you in this way - suddenly, without thought and below instinct even, but more like a key has turned inside me, i open toward you with such love.xoerin
det første liker jeg godt !
"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))