The Mouth Breathes In

The hand that caresses the wave. The mouth that hardly opens – breathes in the fresh wind of the stone-pines. To speak to the stars, to write out signs – that can be learnt. It is known by the astrologers, magi, illusionists, newspapermen. All this can be learnt. To be in conformity with the expectance. That is the art of the skilful ones, the thought of the blind men. People who sing in the boat that has sailed off, do they know? Does the sand remember other steps but those of the children? The hand that caresses the wave. The mouth breathes in – the fresh wind of the stone-pines.