Angon
Today have I angon-ed (herded, tended) my dogs, yesterday my rabbit, in earlier times my children. Angon is a great joy. I remember a Chinese painting, painting the happiness of a boy just in his trousers, sitting on a trunk of a tree, playing his flute, his slippers below and his buffalo wallowing in a pool near him, I also remember the lovely sound of the flute in the song, ‘Der Hirt Auf Dem Felsen’ (The shepherd on the rock) by Schubert. So do I know the happiness of shepherds and the beauty of the flute. Otherwise wouldn’t have I a share in these joys.
February 2011
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