With food, drinks and warm conversations, we celebrated the final Dwelling event of the year outdoors at Pasir Ris Park Tribal Council. We gathered firewood and started a fire and talked until it grew late.
Our gratitude goes out to all who attended and contributed to the Dwelling sessions in 2012. After the fire we sat under the beautiful night sky and watched the warm embers glowing in the dark, as Dwelling takes a break until the new year.
Home is where one starts from. As we grow older
The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated
Of dead and living. Not the intense moment
Isolated, with no before and after,
But a lifetime burning in every moment
And not the lifetime of one man only
But of old stones that cannot be deciphered.
There is a time for the evening under starlight,
A time for the evening under lamplight
(The evening with the photograph album).
Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.
Old men ought to be explorers
Here and there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.
See you next year.