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Saturday, 16 June 2012

White birds over the grey river. Scarlet flowers on the green hills...

...I watch the spring go by and wonder
If I shall ever return home.

- Tu Fu

Chinese flute

The days grow long, the mountains beautiful...

...The south wind blows
Over blossoming meadows.
Newly arrived swallows dart
Over the streaming marshes.
Ducks in pairs drowse on the warm sand.

- Tu Fu, 713-770



Sunday, 10 June 2012

...How will it be to lie in the sky...

...without roof or door
and wind for an eye
With cloud for shift
how will I hide?

- May Swenson

Wind sound

Friday, 8 June 2012

In this dark I rest, unready for the light which dawns day after day...

...eager to be shared.
Black silk, shelter me.
I need
more of the night before I open
eyes and heart
to illumination.  I must still
grow in the dark like a root
not ready, not ready at all.

- Denise Levertov


Thursday, 7 June 2012

Think how it is to have a conversation with an embryo...

You might say, "The world outside is vast and intricate.
There are wheatfields and mountain passes, and orchards in bloom.

At night there are millions of galaxies, and in sunlight
the beauty of friends dancing at a wedding."

You ask the embryo why he, or she, stays cooped up
in the dark with eyes closed.

         Listen to the answer.

There is no "other world."
I only know what I've experienced.
You must be hallucinating.

- Jelaluddin Rumi 1207- 1273



Hibernation

Stella Maris...



A Mhaighdeann as gile Oh purest of creatures
A Mhoire mhìn mhàthair Sweet Mother, sweet Maid
Nad chomsa na aonar The one spotless womb
Bha 'n Slànair a' tamh Wherein Jesus was laid
Tha 'n oidhche, a Mhoire Dark night, mother
Air tuiteam mun cuairt Hath come down on us
Nach nochd thu do shoillse And we look out for thy shining
Reul àlainn a' Chuain? Sweet Star of the Sea
Reul àlainn a' Chuain Sweet Star of the Sea
Reul àlainn a' Chuain Sweet Star of the Sea
Nach nochd thu do shoillse And we look out for thy shining
Reul àlainn a' Chuain? Sweet Star of the Sea
Tha 'n oidhche le neulaibh Deep night hath come down
A' còmhdach an t-saoghail On this rough-spoken world
Tha bratach an dorchadais And the banners of darkness
Sgaoilt' anns a' ghaoith Are boldly unfurled
Tha 'n Eaglais ga buaireadh And the tempest-tossed Church
'S tha sùil coimhead suas All her eyes are on thee
Nach nochd thu do shoillse They look to thy shining
Reul àlainn a' Chuain? Sweet Star of the Sea
Reul àlainn a' Chuain Sweet Star of the Sea
Reul àlainn a' Chuain Sweet Star of the Sea
Nach nochd thu do shoillse They look to thy shining
Reul àlainn a' Chuain? Sweet Star of the Sea
Bu lèir do Mhac Dè d'anam He gazed on thy soul
Geal 's e gun bheud It was spotless and fair
'S nach tàinig am peacadh For the empire of sin
Na chòir ghabhail seilbh It had never been there
Cha d' bhuin e bho thùs None had e'er owned thee
Ach don Tighearna 's uaisl' Dear Mother, but He
Is choisrig e d' shoillse And He blessed thy clear shining
Reul àlainn a' Chuain Sweet Star of the Sea
Reul àlainn a' Chuain Sweet Star of the Sea
Reul àlainn a' Chuain Sweet Star of the Sea
Is choisrig e d' shoillse And He blessed thy clear shining
Reul àlainn a' Chuain Sweet Star of the Sea
An talamh cha tug Earth gave Him one lodging
Ach aon fhasgadh do Dhia 'Twas deep in thy breast
Am fasgadh sin crìdh' And God found a home
Na h-Òigh' beannaichte, fial Where the sinner finds rest
Bha fàrdach Mhic Dhè His home and His hiding place
Agus fasgadh nan truagh Both were in thee
An soillse do chrìdh'sa He was won by thy shining
Reul àlainn a' Chuain Sweet Star of the Sea
Reul àlainn a' Chuain Sweet Star of the Sea
Reul àlainn a' Chuain Sweet Star of the Sea
Nach nochd thu do shoillse And we look out for thy shining
Reul àlainn a' Chuain? Sweet Star of the Sea
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Sweet Star of the Sea

Saturday, 2 June 2012

Ohoho- the father of laughter...

...His eye is full of joy.
He rests in the sky like a swarm of bees.

Obatala- who turns blood into children.

- Yoruba tribe



Yoruba

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing....

...there is a field.  I'll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn't make any sense.

- Jelaluddin Rumi, 1207-1273


The Day We Die

The day we die
the wind comes down
to take away
our footprints.

The wind makes dust
to cover up
the marks we left
while walking.

For otherwise
the thing would seem
as if we were
still living.

Therefore the wind
is he who comes
to blow away
our footprints.

- Southern Bushmen