[This one stutters a bit, as you'll see. It all started with the variations on Bashō's concept of sabi, which is solitude, but not solitude understood as loneliness. It is more like a stillness that allows one to see, and to see everything that matters.]
... and the second dragon rises...
in the solitude
of seeing, golden and still
I am what I am
in the solitude
of seeing, nothing that won't
laugh, that can't breathe
become a dark pond
annihilated I am
in all the seeing
in the yellow air
a crow, cars, shrieking children
form my solitude
such pristine light that
brings a swollen heart, a sense,
a stillness to all
a beast in the sun
with a tea cup, horridly
loud and unbeastly
I let my hair down
rarely allowed just to be
poor thing, to be hair
I humbly submit
clean floors and folded laundry
to the Infinite
that's right, tilt your head
and be hit by a huge sky
opening wide
pottery-glazed sky
a hawk shoots from the pale sun
then another hawk
warm sun in my eyes
the end of an afternoon
nap with the dear ghosts
napping with ghosts
tears or sunlight in my eye
feel much the same
my hand there, red-tipped
veiny, changing yet again
mine, isn't it, mine
... and the great dragon tears
through the horizon screaming
a song I can't hear...
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All photos and artwork © Duru Güngör
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