Karmic Connection

I am still the old man with the street organ and cat, turning the same crank and expecting moonlight. What I remember: smoke of houses on the riverbank. Storm on mute. Temple broken, lamb-entered. You loved my bones because they were white. In the gathering blindness, you bandaged my body, and in doing so made it my body. I can’t remember which chord heals visions or causes them. Which summons a cloud of b­­­ees from the stone, or conceals your shape behind a flame. It is every guitar I have found in the gutter. Every name on the edge of being gone.

- Memory is Blood Soluble,Brian Sneeden
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"I suppose in the end,the whole of life becomes an act of letting go,but what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye." -- Yann Martel,Life of pi.

Film still : Life of pi (2012), Directed by Ang lee