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The Long Aphorism
Things seldom seem what they are...
There are people who learn to obey
and make obedience their destiny
and seem always fair;
and there are dogs that learn to return home
and keep coming back,
and others that keep coming back
without ever having learned;
and both these
seem equally loyal.
And there are people who kiss a picture every night
or guard it for forty years
in the middle of a book
and never shows it to anyone
and deny its reality if someone finds it;
and people who bite a body every night
and do not know how to sleep without touching it;
and people who look for a body
in a different body
every moment.
And all this seems to be simply
the same thing - Love -.
And there are those who sit in lotus in a Buddha’s temple;
and those who kneel in a grand cathedral,
where Christ remains silent in his eternal crucifix
thinking they are eating his white body;
and those who navigate through red rivers heading to Mecca,
because before tucking in the harem of virgins
they have to kiss the Kaaba to be pure
or the lord of the empire of Allah on Earth;
and those who weep and beg along the same wall,
that has been crying for more than two thousand years,
in the city of all dreams and all the martyrs,
not knowing where Zion begins and Babel ends
without knowing if this is the day when they will not return home alive.
And everybody seem to do what they do
for the same reason - God -.
However, things are seldom what they seem ...
© Lev Tsimring, Prometheus.
© Lev Tsimring, Salk - Kahn - This is the famous courtyard of the Salk Institute in La Jolla,
California. Designed in 1965 by Louis Kahn.
© Lev Tsimring, Afternoon Bliss, La Jolla Shores, 2011.
The Long Aphorism
Things seldom seem what they are...
There are people who learn to obey
and make obedience their destiny
and seem always fair;
and there are dogs that learn to return home
and keep coming back,
and others that keep coming back
without ever having learned;
and both these
seem equally loyal.
And there are people who kiss a picture every night
or guard it for forty years
in the middle of a book
and never shows it to anyone
and deny its reality if someone finds it;
and people who bite a body every night
and do not know how to sleep without touching it;
and people who look for a body
in a different body
every moment.
And all this seems to be simply
the same thing - Love -.
And there are those who sit in lotus in a Buddha’s temple;
and those who kneel in a grand cathedral,
where Christ remains silent in his eternal crucifix
thinking they are eating his white body;
and those who navigate through red rivers heading to Mecca,
because before tucking in the harem of virgins
they have to kiss the Kaaba to be pure
or the lord of the empire of Allah on Earth;
and those who weep and beg along the same wall,
that has been crying for more than two thousand years,
in the city of all dreams and all the martyrs,
not knowing where Zion begins and Babel ends
without knowing if this is the day when they will not return home alive.
And everybody seem to do what they do
for the same reason - God -.
However, things are seldom what they seem ...
Suy / São
Ludovino (21/2/1987)
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