Friday, February 20, 2009

Siddhartha In The Stone With Diamonds

The bell is full of wind
though it does not ring.

The sky if full of clouds
though it is alone.

The word is full of voice
though no one speaks it.

Everything is full of fleeing
though there are no roads.

Everything is fleeing
towards its presence.

From Sixth Vertical Poetry
By Roberto Juarroz

At the Ajanta Caves

1 comment:

Stephen said...

really good job!