Life Is.
Who wants not to be no-one?
If I am someone, am I happy ?
Does happiness equals becoming?
Merciful rain clasps soil.
Category: Poetry
Ode to the mind
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Is this not the irony of the human mind?
When you possess something, you seem not to miss.
Yet, when you don’t have that very thing, you care a great deal.
A dot can easily become a star on a paper.
I wonder how I would impart its white colour;
Colour white per se does not exist,
Yet, many yearn to have white skin.
Why this repulsiveness towards our own skin?
After all acceptance has to come from oneself.
Even if the whole world accepts LGBT people,
Often the most difficult step is to accept oneself.
Comic Verses
The pious priest – Anon There was once a pious young priest Who lived almost wholly on yeast; ‘For’ he said, ‘it is plain We must all rise again, And I want to get started, at least.’ Opportunity by Harry Graham When Mrs Gorm (Aunt Eloise) Was stung to death by savage bees, Her husband (Prebendary Gorm) Put on his veil, and took the swarm, He’s … Continue reading Comic Verses
Pessoa – The keeper of sheep
My colleague and friend, Ana, kindly allowed me to record a poem read by her of the noted Portuguese poet, Fernando Pessoa. He makes us speechless, when he utters: To love is eternal innocence, And the only innocence is not to think… Krishnamurti uses the word “thought” a lot and it was interesting to see that there are some parallels between their works. “In the … Continue reading Pessoa – The keeper of sheep
Arthur Rimbaud dormeur du val
Some similarities with Robert Browning’s ‘Incident of the French Camp’: You know, we French stormed Ratisbon: A mile or so away On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our storming-day; With neck out-thrust, you fancy how, Legs wide, arms locked behind, As if to balance the prone brow Oppressive with its mind. Just as perhaps he mused, “My plans That soar, to earth may fall, … Continue reading Arthur Rimbaud dormeur du val
Because I could not stop for death
My dear friend Shaku, who had taught English for 30 years, read her favourite poem for me, for this video. The staircase shot in the video was shot using Hague Mini Motion Cam MMC, and iPhone4. Continue reading Because I could not stop for death
I am nobody
The Three Little Foxes
Once upon a time there were three little foxes Who didn’t wear stockings, and they didn’t wear sockses, But they all had handkerchiefs to blow their noses, And they kept their handkerchiefs in cardboard boxes. And they lived in forest in three little houses, And they didn’t wear coats, and they didn’t wear trousies. They ran through the woods on their little bare tootsies, And … Continue reading The Three Little Foxes
Trees are sanctuaries
My friend Ben made a presentation of Hermann Hesse’s text on Trees. (click on the picture to listen to the audio) For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who … Continue reading Trees are sanctuaries
Bigger than a mountain, the sea or the world?
More lofty than a mountain will be the greatness of that man who, without swerving from his proper state controls himself. If we weigh the excellence of a benefit which is conferred without weighing the return, it is larger than the sea. A favour conferred in the time of need, though it be small (in itself) is (in value) much larger than the world. Thiruvallular, … Continue reading Bigger than a mountain, the sea or the world?
Perpetual Motion of Thought 