The stay was already pleasant, and I did not expect more swimming almost every day, long walks, photos or the Dada Manifesto cafe, but on our penultimate evening, we were told we would get a sky full of aurora Australis. Actually I didn’t know this, but the place where we were staying in Pohara enjoyed a very nice view of the sea and in the evening (that evening in particular) my camera caught a beautiful sky full of pink (that I had to edit because of the grainy texture), with a beautiful, bright moon and the Southern Cross. I was even able later on to see the moon in a very dark sky projecting its bright light on the sea, which I had never seen before.
Archives par mot-clé : pink
around the evening
around the evening
you interrogated the sky
while waiting for the stars
in your refuge with no mirror
your story so beautiful
in your memory
Carl Jung
I will not try and introduce Carl Jung, as there are many sites doing it very well, and I am not into quotes, but this one from the great thinker, from The Symbolic Life rang so true to me, as well as reflect what I am looking for in poetry, beyond the words. It comes from the Carl Jung facebook page, affiliated to the following site : http://www.appliedjung.com
« Every unequivocal so-called « clear » answer always remains stuck in the head and seldom penetrates the heart. The needful thing to know is not to know the truth but to experience it.
if I had a house (3)
if I had a house, it would be made of wood and it would be pink, it would smell of childhood, it wouldn't be too big, it would creak a little, and when entering from the back door, it would smell of fire. when the evening falls
when the evening falls
I don't know where I am
but I know the clouds and the shadows
and the night that makes noise