In the garden this morning, I am looking where I always look.
Blossoms stand ghostlike in abundant tree foliage. A dead leaf hangs captive in the frayed strands of a flag, flit-flapping. Undergrowth and overgrowth fill the day’s holes with unknowing.
I watch.
New faces of color and light emerge.
The more I look, the less I know what I see. Or who.
« Je pourrais passer le reste de ma vie simplement à dessiner deux chaises et une table, » said Giacometti. (« I could spend the rest of my life simply drawing two chairs and a table. »)
The less I know
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À propos de l'auteur : zenscribe
Enseignante Zen et poète, Sensei Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell est née et a grandi à Minneapolis, aux Etats-Unis. Arrivée en France en 1981 pour étudier la littérature et l’histoire, elle y est restée, s’installant à Paris, où elle élève ses deux enfants et gagne sa vie en tant que journaliste.
The Zen teacher and poet Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell Sensei was born and raised in Minneapolis, but came to France in 1981 to study literature and history and has lived in Paris ever since, raising her two children and making a living as a journalist.
We live in words – (*)
unable to pervade life…
*concepts, categories
free translation:
"…
from wonder to wonder
being/existence opens up. "
Lau Tze – "Tao Teh King" 1
Like: most of the time we don’t see; we "recognize" what we allready "know": the old.
When we see we don’t "recognize" as allways: everything is new. Although a table is a table…
In this way we can do the same walk over and over again – the same for drawing a table…
"The more I look, the less I know what I see. "
When we don’t know anymore what we see ( categorical storylevel), we are maybe able to see for the first time…??? (abstract lervel)???
To do so we have to be "totaly naked"???
(There is only one lettre differece in seeing and being???)
(And yet at the same time