glimpses of being whole

where is your soul? it is (in) my whole body, like a circle in a poem
or a song
“where you heading, little lamb?” my grandpa used to sing

you’re in this circle; what’s it made of? what do you see?

I can’t see anything but emptiness and silence and it’s not me, it’s me at 12 years old
and I can’t see my face but you can

I’m alone with the circle right in the middle of it; it’s drawn on a wooden floor, maybe walnut
and it gravitates like a planet around the sun, this floor floats in space like I used to float in my dreams above the houses

my face is my soul my whole body and in this circle there’s just a tiny figure that I imagine being me

Memories of taste

The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new lands but seeing with new eyes. (Marcel Proust)

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photo ©ana rusu

“In an introduction to the famous René Redzepi’s NOMA: Time and Place in Nordic Cuisine, O. Eliasson shares his feelings and discoveries about food, after eating a strange dish at Noma, a few years ago. The reader (even if one is not a food lover or connoisseur) learns that when you eat, you open a gate and food gives you access to a new experience, sometimes unfamiliar. Your brain creates a map of time and space.”

I’m writing  here about memories of taste, for the Unspoken World magazine.