There is a chanting in my inner mind
I hear it

but what are those words

on the tip of my tongue

as I try to chant along

I know them

but I do
not

there is a chanting that I know very well
but
how could I
I never did learn them

I cannot say them
I cannot see them

through the blur
the haze

of my present knowledges

the merging of the now and then

the chanting comes from the ocean waves that rushed at the foot of the temple
to
the ocean waves that rushed to the edge of the trail
near the shores of a sea on the other end of the world

named after ancients here and there

I hear the chanting of the ghosts
I am chanting with them

but the words dont materialize

Blogging from my iPhone not wanting it to be status update on facebook Twitter or myspace.

Not really thinking of anything clever or otherwise to write.

Writing to get the feel of typing in my blog from my iPhone as I wait for the dinner order at a restaurant.

It is not the photograph
That is
Evidence

It is my memory of his memory that
I pass on to you
That is evidence

It is not the picture that tells the truth
It is your memory of my memory of his memory
That is the truth

Whether He remembers telling me
Or
Not

Whether you heard me tell it or not

I remember

It is so .