*

The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,
as if orchards were dying high in space.
Each leaf falls as if it were motioning "no."

And tonight the heavy earth is falling
away from all other stars in the loneliness.

We're all falling. This hand here is falling.
And look at the other one. It's in them all.

And yet there is Someone, whose hands
infinitely calm, holding up all this falling.

( * )

You are the cat, tamer of human beings, not tamed by them!
You are the animal we all fear, favorite of sorcerers, darling of witches, treasured by sangomas.
You are the cat, guardian of the village, protecting us from enemies we both can and cannot see!
Sent by the sky gods to shield the world from invisible foes and visible vermin.
Oh, cat, master of life!
You guard me while I sleep,
I honor you, dear cat,
And feed and nourish you, for it is said that the gods and ancestors will bring eternal suffering upon any human who stoops to harm you.

/zulusu kaķu godināšanas dziesma. teicis Mutwa Credo/

( masters of life )

http://latviesu.googlepoetics.com/

For darkness restores what light cannot repair.
/Brodsky/

Jūs, tumsības zvēri, kas slēpjaties un par izlikšiem kurus sauc,
jūs sauli man atņēmāt, lai viss kļūtu pelēks un auksts;
es esmu ļoti vientuļš, no sniega gurdas ir manas kājas,
pēc ielejas zaļajiem kokiem mana sirds ilgoties neapstājas;
es atceros savu verandu zilo un viļņus jūras plašumā,
vairs negribu dzīvot tik šausmīgi baltā sniega valstībā.
/Trollītis Mumins/