If the soul is a window—
How to keep the window clean?
How to open the window?
How to go outside and
still be inside?
Mark nepo.
Month: mai 2012
Everything’s mine though just on loan,
nothing for the memory to hold,
though mine as long as I look.
Inexhaustible, unembracable,
but particular to the smallest fiber,
grain of sand, drop of water –
landscapes.
I won’t retain one blade of grass
as it’s truly seen.
Salutation and farewell
in a single glance.
For surplus and absence alike,
a single motion of the neck.
From Travel Elergy
– Wislawa Szymborska
The Sunlight on the Garden
The sunlight on the garden
Hardens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within its nets of gold,
When all is told
We cannot beg for pardon.
Our freedom as free lances
Advances towards its end;
The earth compels, upon it
Sonnets and birds descend;
And soon, my friend,
We shall have no time for dances.
The sky was good for flying
Defying the church bells
And every evil iron
Siren and what it tells:
The earth compels,
We are dying, Egypt, dying
And not expecting pardon,
Hardened in heart anew,
But glad to have sat under
Thunder and rain with you,
And grateful too
For sunlight on the garden.
– Louis MacNeice
[Last day in Australia ,]
Let not pious judge the meek,
Each for his own deeds will speak.
Whether I am good or bad,you judge yourself,
You reap what you sow,find what you seek..
From a Persian poem.
With desire and fantasies, others may not know what is lurking in one’s consciousness. But when it comes to intent, this is not the case. When there is intent, any gap between one’s daily actions and what is burning in one’s heart of hearts is closed. Your life reflects your intent. Your intent arrives at the door before you do. The energy of intent is so strong that no matter how you try to hide or camouflage it, it will always shine, even in the dark
Debora Johnson,USA
¨que cherchent ces pèlerins, ils ne savent pas ce qu’ils veulent, ils mettent leur manteau, ils l’enlèvent, ils s’arrêtent pour manger un bout de pain, de fromage et une pomme, ils repartent en nous donnant leur vieux pain sec et puis fini, ils nous quittent mais avant ils nous immortalisent dans un petit appareil pour montrer aux gens qu’ils affectionnent.
Danielle Mercier.
