The shadow of knowledge
is wonderful but how much
do we actually know?
The matter we perceive is not
a matter to another creature.
Constant change, everywhere
change of matter, change.
The great Tanzanian desert
flowing with sublime sweetness
caresses the mind of bias
with the mystic dunes of music.
The wind which plays shapes
blowing the movement of ash
but is it wind which moves?
The dune moves by itself.
As a walker stepping slowly
the dunes step wisely ahead
making 17 meters per year
a crescent on earth and in sky.
The moon, the sister of the dune
observes its everlasting shape
creeping along the dyne horns
sand cascading into half-moon.
Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 7:09 PM UTC
The shadow of knowledge
is wonderful but how much
do we actually know?
The matter we perceive is not
a matter to another creature.
Constant change, everywhere
change of matter, change.
The great Tanzanian desert
flowing with sublime sweetness
caresses the mind of bias
with the mystic dunes of music.
The wind which plays shapes
blowing the movement of ash
but is it wind which moves?
The dune moves by itself.
As a walker stepping slowly
the dunes step wisely ahead
making 17 meters per year
a crescent on earth and in sky.
The moon, the sister of the dune
observes its everlasting shape
creeping along the dyne horns
sand cascading into half-moon.
