Monday, May 28, 2012


Sitting in the enclosed space which has been constructed around the old Jaina shrine, Jane and I reflected on the forest. I was sketching, but Jane wrote down her thoughts:
I can gather a fragment
And put it in my bag.
A stick or stone or seed.
I can pick, carry, shift and shunt
Things from there to here.

I can make a decoration
And arrange the shapes and colours
But I can’t hold the forest
Even in my mind.

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