Leap Day comes in quiet like some ordinary day the rising tide of light washes up on the shores of morning now indigo …..now easter blue spirit . . .
Tag : poésie
De Wolken Ik droeg nog kleine kleren ,en ik lag Lang – uit met moeder in de warme hei , De wolken schoven boven ons voorbij En moeder vroeg wat . . .
A walk By R.M Rilke Translation Robert Bly My eyes already touch the sunny hill going far ahead of the road I have begun. So we are grasped by what we . . .
One Art The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intend To be lost that their loss is no disaster Lose something . . .
La nuit n’est jamais complète Ilya toujours puisque je le dis Puisque je l’affirme Au bout du chagrin une fenêtre ouverte Une fenêtre éclairée . . .
HOPE « Hope » is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without . . .
« J’ai reconnu le bonheur au bruit qu’il a fait en partant » Jacques Prévert
Between living and dreaming there is a third thing. Guess it Antonio Machado
Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love. » ~Rumi
The whole of my lifeis summed up in these three phrases:I used to be rawThen I was cookedNow,I am on fire. Rumi Don’t leave me raw.
