Between Here & The Horizon
May 9, 2008 by Raatkiranii (K.F.S)
Photograph by Ilina S.
“He could make out Hara Kei’s palace on the far side of the village, barely larger than the other houses, but surrounded by huge cedars that protected its solitude. Herve Joncour continued to look at it, as though there stood nothing else between here and the horizon. Thus he saw,
finally,
suddenly,
the sky above the palace spotted with thousands of birds in flight, as though they had exploded from the earth, birds of every kind, flying all over the place in frantic terror, singing and crying, an explosive fireworks of wings, clouds of colour shot against the light, sounds of terror, music in flight, fleeing through the sky.
Herve Joncour smiled.”
- Alessandro Baricco (Silk, p. 43)

"O wave! Plunge headlong into the dark seas,
And change thyself with many a twist and turn;
Thou wast not born for tile solace of the shore;
Arise, untamed, and find a path for thyself."
- Allama Muhammad Iqbal