MARBLE AND STONE--revised

Mmmm.....marbleized, carmelized, unforgettable poem... "do you see him bleed inside or do you pass him by." an unforgettable line. Thank you, Anna u have a typo in *movement*

So heavy hearted is your heart, so weighed down, as you reach out to memories, happy times, oh this poem is strong, as Anna says; its cold metaphor weighs on our minds as we read it, and we feel it with you. I have just sent you a photograph of myself reflected in a marble grave! It also awoke thoughts like this in me, an eerie feeling of the fact that it might as well be me beneath too. Your grace and fluidity in writing these lines across our screens, each letter a burden of determined production, to take us up not down, up towards the positive on your wings of the spirits memory. So strong so strong this. I shudder for a moment then I remember your laugh and am happy again. Your Annuccia

And yet we live, ever trying to find the right way to do it, trying many ways and coming up with theories and practices, symbols and creeds, desperately groping for the hand that is the one hand clapping which makes the Zen koan perhaps the closest to the absurd truth that we have within us all the time. Our bodies usually getting on with it while we inflict these ideas of existence on them in our clumsy manner, when if we listen to the bodies own reasoning we might see through the veils of reason and find the reality. But how? Oh goodness gracious what am I waffling about, and yet? Bon chance mes amis! Bon chance dans cette vie si dificile à comprendre. Annuccia.