He rests in the sky like a swarm of bees.
Obatala- who turns blood into children.
- Yoruba tribe
Yoruba
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
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
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
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
Thursday, 31 May 2012
Sunday, 27 May 2012
Tuesday, 15 May 2012
...I ask my house to exist...
...amazed and icy in the white light,
as one bird halts the silence
and the spent night
stays on in the eyes of the blind.
- J L Borges, Break of Day
as one bird halts the silence
and the spent night
stays on in the eyes of the blind.
- J L Borges, Break of Day
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