Come In

Knock knock knock knock knock
There is a knocking at this house
Who is it?
No one is there.
Knock knock knock knock knock
Search every room with the ear to the wall
Never to find where it is coming from
Knock knock knock knock knock
What do you want?
There is no answer
And so it goes
For 42 years
The house kept knocking and I kept asking
After awhile it got softer
After awhile I didn't hear it
After awhile it became
one of those things
A book never finished
A puzzle never solved
A language never learned
A guitar never played
A room never painted
A girl never dated
A ring never worn
A child never born
Still, it goes on
Knock knock knock knock knock
And still
I won't

Pathways

Understand, that I'll slip quietly Away from the noisy crowd When I see the pale Star rising, blooming, over the oaks. I'll pursue solitary pathways Through the pale twilit meadows, With only this one dream: You come too.

Happy Death

He was conscious of the disastrous fact that love and desire must be expressed in the same way...

I Want You

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CykE5DFJVr0

Impregnable Question

http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=UuS-6bG0T8Y&desktop_uri=%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DUuS-6bG0T8Y

where are you?

Matilde, where are you? Down here I noticed, under my necktie and just above my heart, a certain pang of grief between the ribs, you were gone that quickly. I needed the light of your energy, I looked around, devouring hope. I watched the void without you that is like a house, nothing left but tragic windows. Out of sheer taciturnity the ceiling listens to the fall of the ancient leafless rain, to feathers, to whatever the night imprisoned: so I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.

In the end we will arrive where we started...

We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time. Through the unknown, unremembered gate when the last of earth left to discover is that which was the beginning; at the source of the longest river the voice of the hidden waterfall and the children in teh apple tree not known, because not looked for but heard, half heard in the stillness between two waves of the sea. Quick now, here, now, always-- A condition of complete simplicity (costing not less than everything) and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well when the tongues of flame are in-folded into the crowned knot of fire and the fire and the rose are one.