INNER GEOGRAPHY

     Some places exist, some places are expected to exist, some are invented and others reinvented. Some places only exist in the inner geography of the mind. Some places were always there… continents and islands, oceans and mountains, gardens, rocks, paths, the meadows of the moon, the cliffs of the sun, the spirals of the galaxies… And they keep spreading and multiplying. No limits and no boundaries. You don’t walk on the common geography anymore, my brother… I meet you every day in this everlasting and ever-changing geography inside. All may seem so different but there’s no distance. The pebbles I collect as unique jewels at the beach are the same you are collecting. The waves that wash my feet are the same that wash your feet. The wind that caresses my skin and waves my hair is the same you are breathing. The sun that warms my path is the same that is reflected in your eyes. The Spring that populates our yard with new life is the same that is out bursting in your stars… Could we be closer than this? Don’t need to answer, I know your answer, we share so many places in this inner geography… even when your east is my west…

     The poem below was born and lives in this inner geography you knew so well. It’s the chaotic burst of a mind without conventional maps… You didn’t like plans either, you moved better on the surface of the oceans of freedom. The ethereal ground you are stepping across is your endless map of freedom. Thank you, my brother, for the new routes and constellations… they make this side brighter and wider…

     I stopped writing these spontaneous chaotic poems for many years… Now I’m writing them again. I know what you would say… “That means that you never change, you the faithful one…”

     Below, are some photographs from the album Light Touch, belonging to the endless series Premeditated Mistakes. Only intentionally blurred photography, without effects or manipulation. Each image is what it is, though what’s behind it’s almost always impossible to identify. A kind of inner geography, glimpses of oneiric landscapes and visions…

NONSENSICAL SELF-LULLABY

I’m sick feeble flocking down dawning at dusk

The edges of a never ending tide, ending here tightly

Walking velvet feet foot-printing my eyes, 

Broken seals of an opened secret letter, stars sent

Writing a new alphabet in the omega of each second

My hands, simple peasants from distant constellations

Scribble devotedly in the chest of the rising sun

Smiling sunbeams embrace the blooming tears of grass

Drink another cup before the clay turns into Galatea 

Within the overwhelming arms of the dreaming Pygmalion 

Who’s the sculptor, who’s the statue? Whose the life in the marble?

Whose the life within the warm embrace of dreams?

Whose the dreams within the warm embrace of life?

Marbled flesh weaved silently with the crystal threads of the soul

Fugitive persistence of light in the endless galleries of time

Wonder in the pockets of the wanderer, cradle of lost and new jewels

Recognizable eyes, deep inside, gaze from across the inner windows

Transparent doors open into the spiral staircase up to the zenith 

Smoking laugh with the gargoyles in the cathedrals of doom

Nude dunes of smoky deserts alpha coming and going

I’m downing the clouds to my bed, quiet herds of thoughts

Blue and white serenades tickling my toes, flowing tunes 

I seek my twin fever in dragonflies’ wings, fly dragon fly

Fly across the twinkling corners of this new universe

Cool blows tiny tigers across my head, foggy tigers

Flaming freedom furs wavering and weaving 

Through forests of summer snows and winter naked heat 

One more second and I’ll be ahead, I’ll be the air breathing me

Running through scented fields of jasmine, lemon and cinnamon 

Getting fast to the deep center of the senses, synesthetic moon 

Floating fleeting flights into the sleeping cells

A lapse time-lapsed carves one more ridge in the matrix

Now that the work is done it’s time to start again… 

Sleep deeply and gently before wakening… 

Without sleep there’s no wake up

No vision, no quest, no vigil, no journey, no encounter…

Sleep little bird, sleep in your magic cozy nest

Tomorrow there’s work, road and life to wake up

To be turned into dreams, into magic, into you and you…

São Ludovino, 20/2/2014 – 2:31 a.m.

Premeditated Mistakes - Inner Geography, photography by Suy / São Ludovino. 

Premeditated Mistakes - In flight..., photography by Suy / São Ludovino.

 Premeditated Mistakes - Touchable light, photography by Suy / São Ludovino.

 Premeditated Mistakes - Lightly in the wind, photography by Suy /São Ludovino.

Premeditated Mistakes - Rainforest, photography by Suy / São Ludovino. 

Premeditated Mistakes - Rainbow waters, photography by Suy / São Ludovino. 

 Premeditated Mistakes - Mingling above..., photography by Suy / São Ludovino.

Premeditated Mistakes - Spring serenade, photography by Suy / São Ludovino. 

 Premeditated Mistakes - Alisius..., photography by Suy / São Ludovino.

Premeditated Mistakes - Sirocco..., photography by Suy / São Ludovino. 

 Premeditated Mistakes - Isthmus..., photography by Suy / São Ludovino.

Premeditated Mistakes - Geiser..., photography by Suy / São Ludovino. 

 Premeditated Mistakes - Peninsula...., photography by Suy / São Ludovino.

 Premeditated Mistakes - Archipelago..., photography by Suy / São Ludovino.

 Premeditated Mistakes - Undiscovered island...,  photography by Suy / São Ludovino.

 Premeditated Mistakes - Cosmic Geology..., photography by Suy / São Ludovino.

Premeditated Mistakes - Will-bow rising..., photography by Suy / São Ludovino. 

 Premeditated Mistakes - Another rebirth..., photography by Suy / São Ludovino.

 Premeditated Mistakes - Tireless wings..., photography by Suy / São Ludovino.

 Premeditated Mistakes - Tireless wings... detail, photography by Suy / São Ludovino.

Premeditated Mistakes - Rainbow after rainbow..., photography by Suy / São Ludovino.

 Premeditated Mistakes - Protected by the winged will-bow..., photography by Suy / São Ludovino.

Premeditated Mistakes - High tide on the clouds..., photography by Suy / São Ludovino.

Premeditated Mistakes - Path to the sun..., photography by Suy-São Ludovino.

CHAIN OF MOMENTS

       

     The beauty of life lies mostly in its unrepeatability… an endless chain of moments within a vaster chain, the stream of life itself.

     Memory is a vast inner landscape, seen and unseen. What can be seen, it’s just a small fragment of the whole. In search of memories, memory itself goes beyond memories. You, my brother, would understand perfectly these words. We lived so many moments together. Yet, what we used to remember wasn’t the same. The real meeting of our memories happened, happens and will happen beyond time and memory. Different images in our heads, different words to grasp the moments… the same feeling, the same emotions… That was the link, that is the link between our chains of moments.

     In the chain of moments past doesn’t exist. The endless journey has no beginning or end, after all. The hidden horizon is the necessary background that gives shape to what lies within the sight.

     How translate, how to represent the fleeting moments if not with fleeting images and fugacious words. The following small poems are droplets of reality and unreality. The images, by David Kowalski, are like a dive in the deep of invisibility, a kind of immaterial lucidity, a chant to the fleeting beauty of life. My images are from the series “I remember”… memory and creation establishing the links between the moments. Memory and creation: two ways of shaping time and reality, probably the greatest artists there is. But the best of all are the feelings and emotions of each moment; probably they are the most precious gifts of life… once lived they never disappear again, even if memory can’t remember them clearly and life doesn’t allow repeating them. That´s the exact point where spirit and matter are one… Salute now and ever the eternal fugacity of the precious moments we live just letting ourselves flow in the stream of moments…!

     The Tiny Words are just the spontaneous reflection of the interaction with the images. They also resulted from moments... and the chain could be endless, though in other moments the "tiny words" could be different.

David Kowalski - Doing crystal...by shotsfiredimagedown 

Tiny words I

All things have a reason, a cause to be

The true cause can’t be seen

The true cause can’t be erased

It’s engraved in the soul since the beginning…

 David Kowalski - All in a dream by shotsfiredimagedown

Tiny words II

First and last, the same

The tree stands growing

Growing roots in the depth

Dust of ancient dreams…

 David Kowalski - Basket case... by shotsfiredimagedown

Tiny words III

The empty hand is full now

Now the wind is the bird

And the horizon is the nest

Home is a place in the tranquil chest…

 David Kowalski - Loaded... by shotsfiredimagedown

Tiny words IV

      

Green thoughts

Ethereal circles

Flesh and bone

Deep skin of water…

 David Kowalski - Paths... by shotsfiredimagedown

Tiny words V

The shadow met the light

On the same wide path

The light embraced the shadow

The path goes on, wider

Thankful to the sun…

 David Kowalski - Bright... by shotsfiredimagedown

Tiny Words VI

From the bottom of the eyes

The morning rises with a kiss

The fire wakes up softly

Hiding his face in the shadow

Circled by the embrace of light…

 David Kowalski - Together... by shotsfiredimagedown

Tiny Words VII

Innocence is still asleep

In the nest of liquid stars

Thirsty lips drink avidly

The stars remain together

In the mouth of wonder

Inerasable flavour of life…

David Kowalski - Deep sun... by shotsfiredimagedown

Tiny Words VIII

From the zenith the sun came

To the ground of finite light

To be more than one

In the water the fire merges

Into the air rises to be one again

Journeying in the infinite light…

I remember the sea, photography by São Ludovino. 

I remember the sky, photography by São Ludovino. 

 I remember the light I, photography by São Ludovino.

I remember the light II, photography by São Ludovino.

I remember the tree I, photography by São Ludovino. 

I remember the ground, photography by São Ludovino. 

I remember the forest I, photography by São Ludovino.

 I remember the rain I, photography by São Ludovino.

I remember the rain II, photography by São Ludovino. 

 I remember the glow I, photography by São Ludovino.

 I remember the glow II, photography by São Ludovino.

I remember the glow III, photography by São Ludovino. 

I remember the glow V, photography by São Ludovino. 

I remember the spirit I, photography by São Ludovino. 

 I remember the colours III, photography by São Ludovino.

I remember the colours II, photography by São Ludovino. 

I remember the colours I, photography by São Ludovino. 

I remember the bird V, photography by São Ludovino. 

I remember the bird VII, photography by São Ludovino. 

 I remember the lightness I, photography by São Ludovino.

I remember the lightness II, photography by São Ludovino. 

I remember the beginning, photography by São Ludovino. 

 I remember the rainbow II, photography by São Ludovino.

I remember the rainbow III, photography by São Ludovino. 

I remember the amazement, photography by São Ludovino.

 I remember the ship, photography by São Ludovino.

I remember the tide I, photography by São Ludovino. 

I remember the shape III, photography by São Ludovino. 

I remember the question..., photography by São Ludovino.

      

IF YOU ARE A POET

     You never wrote poetry… but you were a poet, a creator without matter or tools. Your canvas was your mind and your book was written in invisible ink. I read that book plenty of times and I understood each word that you would have written. Your canvas contained many worlds. I saw many of them reflected in your eyes when you were watching in wonder the beauty of Nature around us or talking about distant constellations. Yes, you were a poet and you keep making poetry on the stars… without a single word. From above your warm silence is falling in shooting stars…

     Below is the video I made with an excerpt from the book A Heart Full of Stars by Álex Rovira and Francesc Miralles, Chapter 12 - A Letter From Indochine by Thich Nhat Hanh, with photography by me and David Kovalski. His photography always brings more light and a deeper meaning to the words.

     Below is also the poem Perpetual Movement that I wrote about a month ago for the previous post, but then decided to post I’ll Meet You Among the Stars, the first poem I wrote for you after your departure, my brother.

PERPETUAL MOVEMENT

Across, through and over

Carrying the infinite universe

In your finitude, you move

Towards the first beginning

The perfect complete circle is closed

In the endless line the journey is opened

Time engraving deep the universal seed

Carrying you trough the seasons beyond

Now you carry a new seed, stream of life

Planting dreams in unknown starry fields

Behind you left the indelible mark of love

Now you carry the new seed of time within

Rebel, born, move, spreading the seed

Across, through and over 

Irreplaceable particle of the whole

Following the perpetual movement of life...     

São Ludovino, 30/1/2014

 Astral planes, photography by David Kowalski.

 The sounds of sunrise, photography by David Kowalski.

Portal to the gods, photography by David Kowalski.

 Petals, photography by David Kowalski.

Awaiting birth, photography by David Kowalski.

The Passage, photography by Kim / Joaquim M. E. Ludovino, my brother.