Saturday, May 06, 2006


written two weeks ago, for all of us

Faces I love fade away like pictures in the sand.
Blue gold and sea took me here.

In the temple
I sing the heart Sutra
My face
washed with tears
fades away too.


Blogger Michael said...

Hi Pierre,

I find comfort in the prospect of fading away.

8:58 AM  
Blogger Johnny Newt said...

What was that, who wrote this post!
:) Where are you now my friend?

10:58 AM  
Blogger Pierre Turlur said...

Fading, Johny, falling apart. And all is well.

Yes, Michael, comfort in fading away. Comfort in giving up these false identities. Do we really need to call it a prospect? Don't you think this is also called "life"?

Much love to both of you

4:30 PM  
Blogger anu said...

I love this picture Pierre...i dont feel you're fading away. I interpreted it as you're manifesting more clearly with time.

9:56 AM  

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