DHRUPAD 23 ( Pema Özer in Autumn drift)
Slow slow slowly now
slowly now taste the shapes the sounds as they form
as they fall as they flow slow with the colours of autumn
slow the autumn falling slow to mists and coming going coming mists
slow no need to seek the means the meaning to move on.
Sun will not set sun will not rise sun standing still at midnight at midday
as if as if that sage, enjoying his beer enjoying the warmth of a lazy afternoon
dusty road in the mountains distant waterfalls sheep bleating
stop stop stop the sun and hold it there, slow slow to savour moments
out of inside of within wrapped up in time time time, the breath slow slow,
the words slow slow, the same the same the same, but not exactly not precisely,
not a landscape flickers by a landscape moulded forgot seen forgot seen seen
inhabited become sun-filled,
and the trees all autumn and slow breath, fall of leaves and drifting mists
and star-filled, star-filled, the river roaring darkness like that, like that,
that is like this, like this, slow slow unfolding with no end a measured walk
a stroll another beer,
watching time relax
and stay a while
.
simonhlilly 