lundi 7 juin 2010

why i’ll always be my best friend

.


the
spice of the space

is a poem






is a piece
of bread
that birds
share

this grace is like grass
growing everywhere
.
blind fools
ignore
that pr
oof

prefering to dig their own hole into the infinity of nowhere else
the spice
of the space
is a howl is a yell

the yellow old owl
told me that last crazy night


when it was all dark everywhere
a _
__ r ___ o ___ u ___ n ___ d

but the light from that
_______ o w l
coming from inside

that hot
seed of space

i found behind my mindwhere everything is always all ways
to be in the warm source of charms that the rainbow snake is keeping
from the infinite avidity of the blind fools’ loops

deaf
to
death


because the chant of the spice of the space is only silence

full
of
all
the microsphere melodies
we hide in


text: Jean Bernard Thomas
illustration: The Owl and the Pussycat
by Lakhsmita Indira



4 commentaires:

lakhsmita indira a dit…

i didnt even remember this old drawing...
you liked it??

la Planète des Signes a dit…

……………………………………………………… no!




(:)

lakhsmita indira a dit…

heheh... you are terrible :D

la Planète des Signes a dit…

mer(:)sea

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ngDVJOoJDLU