32 thoughts on “paper pen and book

  1. Lovely peaceful, serene haiku John.

    This is what it’s like for me though:

    “Between the end of that strange summer and the approach of winter, my life went on without change. Each day would dawn without incident and end as it had begun. It rained a lot in September. October had several warm, sweaty days. Aside from the weather, there was hardly anything to distinguish one day from the next. I worked at concentrating my attention on the real and useful. I would go to the pool almost every day for a long swim, take walks, make myself three meals.

    But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drank, the very air I breathed, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning.”
    – Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

    “Book of Swords, Looks Like Bullets”
    by Ry Hakari

    Steel and strong are the eyes meeting mine
    In the mirror, my irises gaze again at the glint
    The light bulb above reflects in the them
    Like a prism, the prison wardens of my soul
    I am not cognizant of the subconscious mind
    But at times, something stirs good inside
    It is not a lie to say it’s changed my life before
    Like a harpsichord, old but the start of everything
    Feeling like a storm and wondering what’s in store
    But I am looking forward, hearing the word of swords
    Because tomorrow is the day of the One I love

  2. Only three lines… but what a wonderful meaning, I must be witth books around me, and whithout paper and pencil, it couldn’t be…

  3. An extravagant concept wrapped in clarity and brevity. It is difficult for me to imagine a more perfect interpretation of the concept John.

  4. John, this is lovely, very peaceful and elegant in deed. What of the simpler things in life, ultimately is there a need for much more? Sadly, the things most precious to me now, were wasted on the blindness of my youth. Thank you, for your most beautiful and moving words.

    Always warm wishes,

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