where the time goes

Found cracked glass artwork, found trumpet, found Browning poem. Found natural light. Andrew Lucre 2010 ;)

who knows where the time goes

dog and nothing but a dog, black, white or other,
empty-handed messenger, because there is no
mystery
except the thread which from our hands
leads round the far side of things, round the collar of the landscape
and up the sleeve of a star.
The root of the matter is not
in the matter itself
dog and nothing but a dog,
with your eyes gazing into
the sweet shell of terror,
stay, you are so fair.
Verweile doch, du bist
so schön

.................................................
Miroslav Holub

There is a magic deeper still the Witch does not know...defeat the darkness in yourself...don't run from who you are....

C.S. Lewis

 

 

Posted on February 24, 2017 .