without fear or need to speak

by Jessie Barr


"I am learning not to fling names at things. Even when I write or think simply rock,  river, light, mountain, I begin to see through the word to the thing, to be alone with the thing, the rock, this light on my hands, without fear or need to speak. 

Things exist in the unnameable. Sometimes I am freed by this landscape to see them as they are and not wish to name them. Sometimes, as the rocks glow in the late sun,  or the river flashes suddenly between boulders, or two birds hide in a burst of light above me, I understand that all names fall short of the shining of things. And that understanding, while it lasts is peace."

from

Andrew Harvey,  A Journey in Ladakh