Showing posts with label Francisco Albanez. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Francisco Albanez. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 26, 2019

the one who is at home








Each day I long so much to see
The true teacher. And each time
At dusk when I open the cabin
Door and empty the teapot,
I think I know where he is:
West of us in the forest.

Or perhaps I am the one
Who is out in the night,
The forest sand wet under
My feet, moonlight shining
On the sides of the birch trees,
The sea far off gleaming.

And he is the one who is 
At home. He sits in my chair
Calmly; he reads and prays
All night. He loves to feel
His own body around him;
He does not leave the house.



–Francisco Albanez
Robert Bly translation
art by Van Gogh