20 October 2014

The echo of strange noises

The past has flown away,
the coming month and year do not exist;
Ours only is the present’s tiny point. 
Time is but a fancied dot ever moving on
which you have called a flowing river stream.  
I am alone in a wide desert,
listening to the echo of strange noises. 
Mahmud Shabistari (1317)

Image: Abandoned Mining Town, Namibia by Marsel van Oosten

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