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Jean Nordhaus - I Was Always Leaving

I was always leaving, I was
about to get up and go, I was
on my way, not sure where.
Somewhere else. Not here.
Nothing here was good enough.

 

It would be better there, where I
was going. Not sure how or why.
The dome I cowered under
would be raised, and I would be released
into my true life. I would meet there

 

the ones I was destined to meet.
They would make an opening for me
among the flutes and boulders,
and I would be taken up. That this
might be a form of death

 

did not occur to me. I only know
that something held me back,
a doubt, a debt, a face I could not
leave behind. When the door
fell open, I did not go through.

Studio Ghibli in Real Life

Studio Ghibli in Real Life from DirectorDT on Vimeo.

The animation work of Japan's Studio Ghibli was combined with the actual background.
■ BGM : https://goo.gl/bwTaFl (xclassicalcatx - Spiríted Away: One Summer's Day (Viola Cover)

■ Nausicaa Of The Valley Of Wind : https://youtu.be/6zhLBe319KE
■ Laputa: Castle In The Sky : https://youtu.be/cQw9P51Rb_k
■ My Neighbor Totoro : https://youtu.be/92a7Hj0ijLs
■ Kiki's Delivery Service : https://youtu.be/4bG17OYs-GA
■ Whisper Of The Heart : https://youtu.be/0pVkiod6V0U
■ The Princess Mononoke : https://youtu.be/4OiMOHRDs14
■ The Spiriting Away Of Sen And Chihiro : https://youtu.be/ByXuk9QqQkk
■ Howl's Moving Castle : https://youtu.be/iwROgK94zcM
■ Ponyo On The Cliff : https://youtu.be/MXI7x6ExPuc

Brigit Pegeen Kelly - The Leaving

My father said I could not do it,
but all night I picked the peaches.
The orchard was still, the canals ran steadily.
I was a girl then, my chest its own walled garden.
How many ladders to gather an orchard?
I had only one and a long patience with lit hands
and the looking of the stars which moved right through me
the way the water moved through the canals with a voice
that seemed to speak of this moonless gathering
and those who had gathered before me.
I put the peaches in the pond’s cold water,
all night up the ladder and down, all night my hands
twisting fruit as if I were entering a thousand doors,
all night my back a straight road to the sky.
And then out of its own goodness, out
of the far fields of the stars, the morning came,
and inside me was the stillness a bell possesses
just after it has been rung, before the metal
begins to long again for the clapper’s stroke.
The light came over the orchard.
The canals were silver and then were not.
and the pond was--I could see as I laid
the last peach in the water--full of fish and eyes.