Rays of Time
and Two pieces of Applesky

long distance poetry - part 2

soundtracked from youtube with
manu chao - trapped by love & rendezvous

Once there was a freedom tree
and once there was a fruit tree
and the wonderful fruit three
was riding on the rays of time
wondering what it was like, the truth fruit
that was resting on the edge of space
wandering amongst free fruit
trying to see through
every action taking place
in space
and time

a wonderful fruit three
riding on the rays of time,
pondering why truth
is free from youth
infinitely full
of infinity

kind of like you
when in front of me

like you
when touching me
when touched by me
when we
touch infinity
attaching you
to me
by the attraction
in you
and every fraction
of me

and me is i and i
have been thinking about a flow
forever
and i have been thinking about the flow
forever
and i have been thinking about flowing in a flower
and i have been thinking about forever
for ever
for
just as long as i have been thinking about
either flowing in a flower
or flowing in forever

and now i’m sure
that this has not been for
nothing

i know
there is a flow
in flower
but i do not know
whether this flow
will flow forever

and i know there is forever
in forever
but i do not know
whether there is flow
in forever

so lately i have been hoping to find
a flower that will grow
forever
since this would mean
that i would have flow
as well as forever
and with both of those
i could go and go
and go on
and grow on
a field of free feathers
fearless feathers
farless fathers
fatherless mothers
far away from withering weather
and vowels of wearing a ring forever
and even farther away
from every attempt
to hold on to the now
to the then
and to the will be,
fighting like a fool
against forever

et je dis pourquoi
plusieurs fois
et je dis parce que
aussi souvent
et c’est pour ça que
jeudi
le jour après jeuxdi
je pars
à ce que
je crois
et ce que je crois,
ce n’est pas à la croix

je crois 
à la circle
et je suis certe
que la circle
est beaucoup plus près
de lui qui croit
que la croix
et c’est pour ça
que je dis pourquoi
et c’est pour ça
que je dis parce que
aussi souvent,
parce que c’est comme ça
qu’on fait la circle
qu’on comprend,
qu’on prend
le temps
pour comprendre,
qu’on prend
la foi
à la croix
et qu’on voit
que ça n’est pas la voie
à la vie
ça n’est pas la voie
à la incroi
yable

and i
am
not now
but before
was
a product
with a bar code,
a manproduct
a hungry manproduct
with bars
with a code
who spent most of his days being hungry
wandering around
waiting
to be bought
and one day
which was not a particularly nice day
a bigman came and bought me, him, the manproduct,
and one month of the manproduct’s life came to the price of four thousand
had the manproduct decided by himself
(or at least that is what the manproduct thought)
and the bigman paid four thousand for each month
that the manproduct worked for his life
with his life

bought money
paid with life

and the manproduct worked together with other manproducts
and all of these manproducts spent most of their lives buying money
and paying with life

and as a bigmanproduct
he, the manproduct, had spent two years
four weeks
five hours
when the bigman told him that he no longer needed
that he no longer wanted
the manproduct
so the manproduct found himself forced
to return to be what he used to be:
hungry

a hungry manproduct

and when the manproduct was a hungry manproduct
he became a manproduct with fear

what if no one wants me?
thought the manproduct

perhaps i am too expensive?
thought the manproduct

and so the manproduct lowered the price -
his price

and the new price was three thousand
instead of four
for one month
in the manproduct’s life

hallo
are there any bigmen out there
who want to buy me?
asked the manproduct

hallo
bigmen
please
can someone come and buy me?
begged the manproduct

please
look
i have one of those bar codes
that you can use when you buy me
so that you don’t have to ask for my name
or who i am
when you buy me

please

can someone please come and buy me
please

please please

please
…

and the manproduct cried

and the manproduct who cried
was i

et je n’ai plus de soucis
je n’ai que le sourire

souvent
je porte mon sourire
dans ma poche

souvent j’espère
que ma poche soit vide

ni soucis
ni sourire

souvent j’espère que ma poche soit si vide
qu’elle cesse à exister

pas de poche
pas de soucis
pas de sourire

juste la vie que je vis
dans mes rèves chaque nuit

chaque matin
je me lève
et je regarde
loin

si loin qu’il n’y a plus de coins

ni coins
ni points

juste la douceur,
la chaleur,
juste le chef-d’oeuvre
de l’heure
et bien sur
aucun douleur

la douleur
meurt

la mort
meurt

la mort tuè
par la douceur

doucement
je fais de progrès

lentement
j’apprends
comment prendre
le temps
lentement

le lendemain
je vais me lever à l’heure de l’aube
et puis je ne mourrai
plus jamais

je pense que jamais
veut ètre compris
veut que je comprende
comment elle est constituèe,
que je comprends
qu’elle va jamais ètre trouvée
dans une poche qu’a cessé à exister

moi, j‘existe
et ça me plait
et dans mon corps
in my body
there are five times as many muscles
as there are pieces in the puzzle
that i am trying to solve
picturing despair
and how it will be dissolved

this is not an easy task
given the circumstances that we have been given
in these times that we presently live in

a mission
to dissolve the idea that matter
is all that matters

fact is that matter
has nothing at all to do
with that which really matters

it does not matter
how much matter i possess
if i do not know
what really matters,
what real matter is

matter cannot be possessed,
cannot be imprisoned by our desire to possess,
to become possessed

real matter
lies beneath matter
and one cannot reach
before one lets go
of the idea that not letting go of matter
is something
that doesn’t really matter

only when letting go of matter
will one know what matters
will one become a master of matter
will one know what real matter is
will one know what really matters

and i am one
and we are one
we
are a community
of communities

you me he she
together,
we are a community

you me he she
everyone
in it, his and herself
is a community
of cells

you me he she
together
we are a community

a community
in which every one of us
is a cell

you me he she everyone
is a community
of cells

we are cells
and we are a cell

we are communities
and we are parts in a community

a community
of communities

communities of cells
called human
beings

cells
of a community
called humanity
calling humanity
calling on humanity
to stop
for a second,
to not run
so much
instead
just be
être
estar
estoy
en una casa
soy
una casa
estoy
en mi cabeza
yo
soy
en mi cabeza
yo creo
que mi corazon
esta
en mi cabeza
creo que el yo
es mi corazon, mi cabeza
y cuando el yo empieza
a creer en mi casa
yo
voy al corazon
de la creacion
y no cabe ninguna duda
que encuentro la creacion
allí,
en el yo
que se encuentra
en mi casa,
mi proprio cuerpo,
mi cabeza,
mi casa
es
mi casa
is
my house
is
my self
is by myself
alone
how am i
alone
on a day like this
a gray day
i feel wo well
hooray
and i wonder:
do you accept
my invitation
to a game of chess or should
we play something else okey
chess if fine, hooray
for feeling so well today

let us sing a song
and whistle a whistle and hop a rope
and hope
that our hoping a rope
somehow embellishes our town
today
let us find a
spot
where wild diamonds grow
up on a field
behind the mountains
through which flows a river
over which stretches a bridge
upon which walks a donkey
working
pulling
making
money
because without money
empty is belly
empty is day
without money
one does not get around
with money one gets round
or no
by the way
with money one does not get around
and without money
one gets around
and i want to get around
a problem
consisting of a leaf
falling
- very slowly falling -
and there is an elephant
standing on this leaf
while it is falling
- very slowly falling -
and i wonder:
how is it possible
that an elephant can stand on this leaf
falling
- very slowly -
falling
and i believe
that either the elephant very light is
to be an elephant
or that the leaf very strong is
to be a leaf
or that i
who am watching
observing
am moving in the light of speed
or that the elephant
and the leaf
(and this i find quite reasonable)
are located in my mind
and I find my mind
to be so kind,
so free,
it sets me free,
it takes me
out of the cage
gives me wind to fly
like a fly
flapping my arms
and toes and fingers five
five five five

and five times in my life
have I found a friend
and five times in my life
have I become a friend

and i have five
fingers

when i fight
i fight with my fingers

my fingers are not white
they are soft

i live
with a laugh

i live
on a leaf

i live
a life
laughing
on a leaf

i feel
i dream
dance
on a leaf

i left
my leaf
behind
a few years ago
and after a while
i started looking to the left
and right
after the leaf that i had left
to go fight
but after i had fought
I felt
that i had left
something behind

so i went forward
fast
and i found
that what i had felt
was the feeling
of a leaf
left behind

the behind leaf
became a belief
and i believed
in leaves behind

but then i ran
into a long lost friend

and when he noticed me
he looked at me
and said that he never should have left me
behind

and i found it quite intriguing
that we were both going forwards
while going backwards
at the same time
both of us searching
for something left behind
behin
behi
ehi
hi
i
eyo
thelo
eyo
thelo
nero

then thelo
siyno
mi
thelo parakalo

eyo
then thelo
auto
pou then einai
eyo

den thimame
ese
na den kimame
giati
den thimame
ese
na kai den thelo
doulevo

thelo
ena payo
to thelo karpouzi
den thelo ouzo giati
ouzo den einai eyo
kai thelo
thalassa

thelo euxaristo

thelo ton
ilio thelo to
fengari
kai thelo ese
na kai then milao poli
otan milao
me tin thalassa
pou einai eyo
pou brisko
ton ilio
kai to nero
ki eyo
eimai
mesa ston
ilio
eyo eimai
nero
i am
water
i have
water
and i do not know about you
but i have heard that there is a cry
that never has been heard
never has been cried

it’s not allowed to cry this cry

it’s not even allowed to try
to cry this cry

it’s not allowed to try
to touch the sky, it is believed
sky cannot be touched
without leaving ground

truth is that ground
and sky have never been infected
by distance,
have never experienced
the indignation
of separation

to me
ground and sky
are closer than left eye right
eye, to me
there would be no sundance
if not for sky and ground, to me
ground and sky are reasons that i try to fly, to me
ground and sky are reasons that i want to cry
when you believe that i can’t touch the sky
when you can’t accept idea
that ground and sky are not farther apart
than the leaves in the pastry of a thousand leaves
which they eat in france, and i know
that it is this belief
which is the cause of die

so this is the reason
that i want to cry
and i try
again
and then i cry again
if i have to try
again
and i wonder if you will ever
hear this cry
that i know is not allowed
to cry

the cry that you want to cry
when you are this close
just this close
to be touching
the sky

Read more:

Raining Jewels -  long distance poetry - part 3

Me and You and We and by the way - long distance poetry - part 1

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