You are my love and I know it, The only one and I show it. My love, my fear, my pride, my gear, My passion, my life, my courage, my fright. All of it you are and so much more. My story I can tell you. You know me so well. You know my existence.
Inspired by Bangkok-based artist’s, Nino Sarabutra’s, exhibition “What will you leave behind?”. She filled the floor of Ardel Gallery in Bangkok with 100,000 miniature porcelain skulls, inviting visitors to walk on them contemplating the question… (also blogged about at http://rj-timeout.com/2013/09/30/walking-on-empty-heads-september-30th-2013)
Can you hear the drums Beating in the dust Hidden by the trees And houses of mud? Can you find the passage Guarded by the goats Grazing the tall grass Moving in circles? Lines are forming, Women then men, Bright colored dresses, Bright lined skirts. Moving their feet, shaking their bodies in a simple rhythm,
Rafiki my friend Who always asks for more Rarely satisfied With what he has been given. He follows me incessantly Telling many stories Rarely true Buying him attention of those listening. Rafiki my friend Taught me many songs Hoping to dance together Dances unknown he saw in his dreams. Rafiki is friends with the sun
Twins are born Onto the land Where many children abide The owner of the forest. He is a slave master His enormous shadow Rises with the sun And falls onto the forest. Many mouth he’s gotta feed Tempted to swallow them instead He wishes to move them Somewhere far Never to see them again. Feed