REMAIN THERE BEFORE TONGUE WAGS OUT LOUD
WITH WORDS THAT WILL NEVER BE UNDERSTOOD AS INTENDED
AS “THEY” UNDERSTAND POLAR OPPOSITE
TO WHAT IS SAID WITH WORDS & DEEDS
BY AN ORIGINAL ONE'S IMPERSONAL LIFE*
"To everything there is a season . . . a time to keep silence, and a time to speak."
— Ecclesiastes 3:1,7
“STOP THINKING & TALKING AND THERE’S NOTHING YOU CAN’T KNOW”
Hsin Hsin Book of Nothing
It wants to find its way
Through layers of you
It wants to knock at your door
And make you open your heart
It wants to be protected by you
And let itself melt into your emptiness
It wants to see that it is not a bad guy
To be looked upon and pushed away
In the inexistence that you are
It wants to be your friend
Claim your love again and again
It wants you to know that it cares
You only can find its implicit order
Poem by Alain Joly
Photo by Nicki Gwynn-Jones
Nicki Gwynn-Jones is a British photographer currently living in Orkney, a group of islands north of Scotland. She has a passion photographing birds, and the coastal life around, full of a wilderness shaped by wind and water. In 2012 she was awarded a Fellowship in Visual Art by the Royal Photographic Society.
Nicki’s Website: nicki gwynn-jones
and points to something that is beyond words and meaning.
Its only function is to throw you back to yourself,
which can only be objective and an expression of separation.
the result precedes the wish.
Grant us an exhaustion so deep
every cell in the body bows and accepts defeat.
the arrogance of guilt and judgement we don’t even recognise.
as leaves move, free-floating in the breeze
all hidden controls thrown away like muslin in the wind
we find we are our own best friend, lover and beloved.
harmless as a rose and
sharp shiny and clear as a sword.
no sea, no rock, no tree, nothing is safe
from this love anymore.