( Unintended interpretations #)
There is what is written on us and what we write
Where is the grid showing that if its exterior outline
No longer fits alongside its interior outline
The hand passes

(unintended interpretations #)

Timeless sea breezes,
sea-wind of the night:
you come for no one;
if someone should wake,
he must be prepared
how to survive you.

Timeless sea breezes,
that for aeons have
blown ancient rocks,
you are purest space
coming from afar...

Oh, how a fruit-bearing
fig tree feels your coming
high up in the moonlight

(Rilke)

(Unintended interpretations #)

When I die, I will see the lining of the world.
The other side, beyond bird, mountain, sunset.
The true meaning, ready to be decoded.
What never added up will add Up,
What was incomprehensible will be comprehended.
- And if there is no lining to the world?
If a thrush on a branch is not a sign,
But just a thrush on the branch? If night and day
Make no sense following each other?
And on this earth there is nothing except this earth?
- Even if that is so, there will remain
A word wakened by lips that perish,
A tireless messenger who runs and runs
Through interstellar fields, through the revolving galaxies,
And calls out, protests, screams.
c. milosz

(unintended interpretations #)
shattered brine, dazzling leap of the ocean.
Merged, you and I, my love,
seal the silence
while the sea destroys its continual forms,
collapses its turrets of wildness and whiteness.

p.n