The creation of plants and other things

through the harmony of northern flora by the yellow half-moon and the blue star you show me the way to the ship in a gaze of silence there will be fire in the evening lit by the forest witches leading us to catharsis and harmonised disturbance as the red-green and violet yellow rhythms release in us the memory of a bird twilight flowers and sacred islands before the snow or threatening snowstorm when God considered […]


she draws fine lines lines like silk                                 or summer rain blue rises                 beyond                                 memory a single thread of captured memories                 unlaced like                 a drawing                 or                                 geometry                 by moonlight a dream recorded                 without                                 looking                                 at the paper                 always                                 floating                                 almost                                 out of focus  (After Mira Schendel)