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Violin

Poem by Hafiz
From my wonderful yoga teacher Louise Bloom

When
the violin
Can forget the past

It starts to sing

When the violin can stop worrying
About the future

You will become such a drunk laughing nuisance

Then God
Will lean down
And start combing you
Into His
Hair

When the violin can forget
Every wound caused by others
Then the heart starts Singing

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Wildman

Wild Man – lyrics from The album SNOW ,Kate Bush

In the wake of Kate’s new single « Wild Man », we’re very pleased to be able to publish the full lyrics for the song here:

They call you an animal, the Kangchenjunga Demon, Wild Man, Metoh-Kangmi.
Lying in my tent, I can hear your cry echoing round the mountainside.
You sound lonely.
While crossing the Lhakpa-La something jumped down from the rocks.
In the remote Garo Hills by Dipu Marak we found footprints in the snow.

The schoolmaster of Darjeeling said he saw you by the Tengboche Monastery.
You were playing in the snow. You were banging on the doors. You got up on the roof, Roof of the World.
You were pulling up the rhodedendrons. Loping down the mountain.
They want to know you. They will hunt you down, then they will kill you.
Run away, run away, run away…
While crossing the Lhakpa-La something jumped down from the rocks.
In the remote Garo Hills by Dipu Marak we found footprints in the snow.
We found your footprints in the snow. We brushed them all away…
From the Sherpas of Annapurna to the Rinpoche of Qinghai.
Shepherds from Mount Kailash to Himachal Pradesh found footprints in the snow.

You’re not a langur monkey nor a big brown bear – You’re the Wild Man.
They say they saw you drowned near the Rongbuk Glacier.
They want to hunt you down. You’re not an animal.
The Lamas say you’re not an animal.

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Song of the amergin

Here’s an ancient archetypal poem, the « Song of Amergin. » These are some of Ireland’s oldest known verses illustrating the Celtic sense of a symbiotic and seamless relationship between the natural and the divine.

I am the wind on the sea;
I am the ocean wave;
I am the sound of the billows;
I am the seven-horned stag;
I am the hawk on the cliff;
I am the dewdrop in sunlight;
I am the fairest of flowers;
I am the raging boar;
I am the salmon in the deep pool;
I am the lake on the plain;
I am the meaning of the poem;
I am the point of the spear;
I am the god that makes fire in the head;
Who levels the mountain?
Who speaks the age of the moon?
Who has been where the sun sleeps?
Who, if not I?

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I am

I AM

I am the dolphin
who swims in the sea.
I am the dolphin
the dolphin is me.

I am the horse
who runs on the land.
I am the horse
And I understand.

I am the moon
who sits in the sky.
I am the moon
and sometimes I cry.

I am the nomad
who wanders alone.
And what of the nomad
where is my home?

Paul Bateman
Melbourne ,Australia

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Fireflies

fireflies….

Long after the firefly had gone its trail of light kept moving across my cornea.
Its faint flicker kept dancing through the darkness of my closed eyes like a lost soul.
I raised my hand to touch the dark. But my fingers felt nothing. The little light stayed
its course just out of reach

translation from Dutch by Luc Matter from the novel » Norwegian woods »

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Burning ring of fire

prayer by Marie Howe

Every day I want to speak with you. And every day
something more important
calls for my attention—the drugstore, the beauty products, the luggage

I need to buy for the trip.
Even now I can hardly sit here

among the falling piles of paper and clothing, the garbage trucks outside
already screeching and banging.

The mystics say you are as close as my own breath.
Why do I flee from you?

My days and nights pour through me like complaints
and become a story I forgot to tell.

Help me. Even as I write these words I am planning
to rise from the chair as soon as I finish this sentence.