Spiritual Landscape

Wild berries clarified by frost,
inhabitants of a transparent landscape,
spiritual vista of flowers reduced
to their remote value: cold on the forehead.Winter Photograph - Red Berries In Winter by Carol A Commins

A stone hangs in the air like a bird
touching branches and roses as it flies,
slightly weightless yet never grave:
easing my heart as it passes.

Hands in bloom that never grasp:
serene reservoir encompassed by vastness,
and distances—so many—that flow into veins,
while softly a star sleeps upon the table.

— JEAN GEBSER tr from Polish by Aaron Cheak

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