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The Meaning of Simplicity by Yannis Ritsos I hide myself behind simple objects so you may find me, if you do not find me, you will find the objects, you will touch those objects my hand has touched the traces of our hands will mingle. The August moon gleams like a tin kitchen kettle (what I am telling you becomes like that), it lights the empty table and silence kneeling in the house silence is always kneeling. Every single word is an exodus for a meeting, cancelled many times, it is a true word when it insists on the meeting. - Translated by Rae Dalven Dana Wyss Healing Arts Breathe deeply, practice often, be well. www.danawyss.com
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