post canada

coming back from canada was tiring. it was sick. it was goofy. it was sitting on butts and watching short films and reading good poems out loud. it was listening to the birds while drinking good smoothies. it was talking. it was trying and natural. it was taking silly photos and singing incredulous songs. it was getting ready for wisconsin lady-friends and family to arrive.

When I look, I see clear as a sunflower.
I’m always walking the roads
Looking right and left,
And sometimes looking behind...
And what I see every second
Is something I’ve never seen before,
And I know how to do this very well...
I know how to have the essential astonishment
That a child would have if it could really see 
It was being born when it was being born...
I feel myself being born in each moment,
In the eternal newness of the world...

I believe in the world like I believe in a marigold,
Because I see it. But I don’t think about it
Because to think is to not understand...
The world wasn’t made for us to think about
(To think is to be sick in the eyes)
But for us to see and agree with...

I don’t have a philosophy: I have senses...
If I talk about Nature, it’s not because I know what it is,
But because I love it, and that’s why I love it,
Because when you love you never know what you love,
Or why you love, or what love is...

Loving is eternal innocence,
And the only innocence is not thinking...


-fernando pessoa: alberto caeiro