I think I’ll lie down just here for a while,
the sun on my
cheek,
The wind like grass stems across my face,
And listen to what the world says,
the luminous, transubstantiated world,
That holds me like nothing in its look.
Charles Wright, excerto de Buffalo Yoga Coda I
'The world is a
language we never quite understand.'
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