Monday, April 17, 2006

Le printemps qui est Toi



Sur la laque
Nuit
De mon bol
presque vide
joue l'ambre des koï
Les jardins
Sont aux confins
De Toi

4 Comments:

Blogger oxeye said...

spectacular pictures Pierre! what a beautiful place.

10:01 AM  
Blogger Pierre Turlur said...

Yes, Oxeye, I think I am in love. This beauty is breathtaking. I spend my time laughing and crying.
Nothing could be better for my broken bowl to be be thrown into this and breaking even more.

Keep well

Love

6:17 PM  
Blogger Johnny Newt said...

I wish I spoke French, but my previous life as a Frenchman has long been forgotten. Non the less love all the wonderful photographs they have been a
bright and welcomed smile from your wanderings. The picture of the old mossy steps leading into ?, is my favorite.
I hope that you are blessed in every moment, as you have blessed us. I have an awnser for your koan of the broken window.....a mess.:)

6:16 AM  
Blogger Pierre Turlur said...

Indeed Johnny, a beautiful mess. Falling apart is a messy business. Tell me about it.

Sorry for the French but I am going through a phase of writing poetry again and this time in my native language. I'll carry on posting in English as well, that's for the log part of the Blog.

How are you doing in your japanese temple?

Love

Pierre

2:35 PM  

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