Day 151 of Year 2 (Actually Day 152)
I almost didn't get this one done tonight. I had another project that had to be completed. I'm tired, but I did it anyway. Just a quick sketch to keep the creative juices going. So many good things happened today, it's funny that this image is so grouchy. I think it's my body speaking and not my spirit. "GO TO BED, it is 1:30am!" I will listen. Until tomorrow. xo
When They Sleep
by Rolf Jacobsen, Trans. Robert Hedin
All people are children when they sleep.
there’s no war in them then.
They open their hands and breathe
in that quiet rhythm heaven has given them.
They pucker their lips like small children
and open their hands halfway,
soldiers and statesmen, servants and masters.
The stars stand guard
and a haze veils the sky,
a few hours when no one will do anybody harm.
If only we could speak to one another then
when our hearts are half-open flowers.
Words like golden bees
would drift in.
– God, teach me the language of sleep.
From the website Poetry Chaikhana https://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/blog/2010/06/14/rolf-jacobsen-when-they-sleep/
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