Thursday, August 16, 2012


La Tristesse du roi (Sorrows of the King) by Henri Matisse
ratio et prudentia curas, non locus effusi late maris arbiter, aufert.
[ It is reason and wisdom which take away cares, not places affording wide views over the sea ] 

- Horace, Epistles, I, xi, 25-6  

He ran all his life
        away from his deepest fear
The more he ran, the more it came closer

Till he learnt that
   this chase was not the answer
       or perhaps it was,
only, in the opposite direction
- not away from his fear, but towards it

For running away makes the grey cloud
consume the whole sky,
It is in moving towards and embracing,
that the whole sky begins to shine,
no matter the time,
day or night

- Neha

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