Rilke, [Again and again...]

Again and again, even though we know love’s landscape
and the little churchyard with its lamenting names
and the terrible reticent gorge in which the others
end: again and again the two of us walk out together
under the ancient trees, lay ourselves down again and again
among the flowers, and look up into the sky.


“Again and again, even though we know love’s landscape” from Uncollected Poems by Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by Edward Snow. Translation copyright © 1996 by Edward Snow.

Manos Hadjidakis - Love Her - Raining pleasure

In Summer and Winter
In Fall and Spring
In the times of Peace
In the times of War

In the times of Faith

In the times of Betrayal

When all hope is abandoned

In black and white....

A.F.

Love after Love

The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stanger who has loved you

all your life, whom you have ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

                                          - Derek Walcott

Αγγίζοντας τις σιωπές του καλοκαιριού

Θερισμένα χωράφια

ξεραμένη γη

απέραντο γαλάζιο

τριζόνια και τζιτζίκια

ιδρώτας

κορίτσια στον ήλιο

Aκούω την αγάπη

ακούω τη μοναξιά

αγγίζω τη σιωπή....

Α.Φ.

FIRST THOUGHT BEST THOUGHT, 108 POEMS

1018 SPRUCE STREET (AND K.A.) by Chogyam Trungpa So passionate That your lips are quivering So angry That your blood is boiling So stupid That you lost track of your nose So much so In this world of so-so So much Therefore so little So little So great Just so The beauty lies in A rose petal Just touched by Melting morning dew Beauty lies in Dragonflies With their double wings Buzzing neatly As if they were stationary Beauty lies in Majestic shoe That sits diligently While the meditators Torture themselves In a restless shiver So right Norwegian girl With her occasional professorial look Dancing with the typewriter Wife-ing Just so With her lukewarm iron How titillating (This ticklish world) Just so. If you're going to tickle me Be gentle Be so precise So that I could be amused But Wouldn't get hurt By your clawing But titillating enough To stimulate My system With your feminine Healthy shiny Well-trimmed nail Just so. The trees Grow Just so Baby ducks Learn to float Just so Mosquitoes' beaks Well-made Just so Oh you Norwegian girl Do you know how many warts On a toad's back? How many wrinkles On granddad's forehead? How many deals Steve Roth has made? Nothing to worry Everything is Just so Doesn't quite hurt But sometimes Painfully ticklish. 28 July  1975

Source: http://www.american-buddha.com/1018.spruce.htm#1018 SPRUCE STREET (AND K.A.)

Awakening the soul

"H καλύτερη μορφή αγάπης είναι αυτή που ξυπνάει την ψυχή και την αναγκάζει να φτάσει περισσότερα, που ανάβει φωτιά στην καρδιά μας και φέρνει γαλήνη στο νου μας". 

Νίκολας Σπαρκς