| On the 2nd and 4th Friday of every month SuperForester Jordan “rediscovers” a literary gem from the vast treasure trove of an art form that, in our technological age, has become largely under-appreciated and “lost”.

A funny thing about being a twin is that even from thousands of miles apart you often find your wavelengths aligning in mysterious ways. Having just returned from a 3 week Hidden Hawaii vacation (video post to come!), I open SuperForest to find my brother Aaron’s Inspiration Information post on Laughter (which is so great, if you haven’t yet read it).
And of course my twin’s post opens with a quote from a book I just that day randomly finished reading: Milan Kundera’s great “Book of Laughter and Forgetting”. Which gifted me another beautiful quote — “Someone bursting out in ecstatic laughter is without memory and without desire. Laughter is the expression of being rejoicing in being.”

So in honor of laughter, of kinship and twinship, and of my favorite poet… I give you this word jewel:
Your Laughter
Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.
Do not take away the rose,
the lance flower that you pluck,
the water that suddenly
bursts forth in joy,
the sudden wave
of silver born in you.
My struggle is harsh and I come back
with eyes tired
at times from having seen
the unchanging earth,
but when your laughter enters
it rises to the sky seeking me
and it opens for me all
the doors of life.
My love, in the darkest
hour your laughter
opens, and if suddenly
you see my blood staining
the stones of the street,
laugh, because your laughter
will be for my hands
like a fresh sword.
Next to the sea in the autumn,
your laughter must raise
its foamy cascade,
and in the spring, love,
I want your laughter like
the flower I was waiting for,
the blue flower, the rose
of my echoing country.
Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this clumsy
boy who loves you,
but when I open
my eyes and close them,
when my steps go,
when my steps return,
deny me bread, air,
light, spring,
but never your laughter
for I would die.
Pablo Neruda
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