Anonymous said: Hello lover of high trees, do you still enjoy the birds eye view…? Thank you once again for your kind words: I am grateful that I could surprise you with that Arabic love poem. Being highly sensitive is a bit of a mixed blessing, and it can be a double-edged sword, so I am not sure if I’m actually making you uncomfortable… but oh well, I’ve got another small poem for you! Miss Red of the Hood, I wish your gaze may be gentle when you look within, please take care & greetings from Roland. “I hide
behind simple things so you’ll find me; if you don’t find me, you will find the things, you’ll touch what my hand has touched, our hand-prints will merge. The August moon glitters in the kitchen like a tin-plated pot (it gets that way because of what I’m saying to you), it lights up the empty house and the house’s kneeling silence – always the silence remains kneeling. Every word is a doorway, to a meeting, one often cancelled, and that’s when a word is true: when it insists on the meeting…” <3
you keep surprising me. i really adore your choices of poems. this one is particularly touching. so much longing for such simple things that mean the world.
you are right, being so sensitive is a double-edged sword. i guess i’m quite wary of attention but at the same time i can’t deny that messages like yours brighten my day. so, thank you!