Aug
5
2009
Drink Your Tea
Drink your tea slowly and reverently,
as if it is the axis
on which the world earth revolves
– slowly, evenly, without
rushing toward the future;
Live the actual moment.
Only this moment is life.
Being Peace
If we are peaceful.
If we are happy.
We can smile and blossom
Like [...]
Jul
27
2009
charles bukowski
splash
the illusion is that you are simply
reading this poem.
the reality is that this is
more than a
poem.
this is a beggar’s knife.
this is a tulip.
this is a soldier marching
through Madrid.
this is you on your
death bed.
this [...]
Jul
9
2009
petals
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
Ezra Pound
Jul
7
2009
kuan yun she
Seventh Day Seventh Month
Tangle together like painted
Clouds on a screen, then,
Thighs enlaced, heads together
On the pillow we sing softly
To the full moon and watch time pass.
The declining moon marks the hours.
Suddenly we are seized by grief and fear.
Three o’clock in the morning
Has gone by but we cannot
[...]
Jul
2
2009
rumi
If you could get rid
Of yourself just once,
The secret of secrets
Would open to you.
The face of the unknown,
Hidden beyond the universe
Would appear on the
Mirror of your perception.
Rumi
Jun
29
2009
buson
Plum-blossoms everywhere,
I should go south,
I should go north.
Buson (1716-1783)
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Jun
25
2009
language
Language
When a man is in love
how can he use old words?
Should a woman
desiring her lover
lie down with
grammarians and linguists?
I said nothing
to the woman I loved
but gathered
love’s adjectives into a suitcase
and fled from all languages.
…Nizar Qabbani
Jun
5
2009
silences
I love your silences, they are like mine. You are the only being before whom I am not distressed by my own silences. You have a vehement silence, one feels it is charged with essences, it is a strangely alive silence, like a trap open over a well, from which one can hear the secret [...]
Jun
2
2009
magic carpet
A well-composed book is a magic carpet on which we are wafted to a world that we cannot enter in any other way”
Caroline Gordon
May
29
2009
as if it were a riddle
We plan our lives according to a dream that came to us in our childhood, and we find that life alters our plans. And yet, at the end, from a rare height, we also see that our dream was our fate. It’s just that providence had other ideas as to how we would get there. [...]








