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Showing posts with label fate. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fate. Show all posts

2018-08-18

"You wander hither and yon" . . .

1. Do you suppose that you alone have had this experience? Are you surprised, as if it were a novelty, that after such long travel and so many changes of scene you have not been able to shake off the gloom and heaviness of your mind? You need a change of soul rather than a change of climate. . . .

         Lands and cities are left astern,

your faults will follow you whithersoever you travel. 2. Socrates made the same remark to one who complained; he said: "Why do you wonder that globe-trotting does not help you, seeing that you always take yourself with you? The reason which set you wandering is ever at your heels." What pleasure is there in seeing new lands? Or in surveying cities and spots of interest? All your bustle is useless. Do you ask why such flight does not help you? It is because you flee along with yourself. You must lay aside the burdens of the mind; until you do this, no place will satisfy you.

3. . . . You wander hither and yon, to rid yourself of the burden that rests upon you, though it becomes more troublesome by reason of your very restlessness, just as in a ship the cargo when stationary makes no trouble, but when it shifts to this side or that, it causes the vessel to heel more quickly in the direction where it has settled. Anything you do tells against you, and you hurt yourself by your very unrest; for you are shaking up a sick man.

4. That trouble once removed, all change of scene will become pleasant; though you may be driven to the uttermost ends of the earth, in whatever corner of a savage land you may find yourself, that place, however forbidding, will be to you a hospitable abode. . . .

5. If you saw this fact clearly, you would not be surprised at getting no benefit from the fresh scenes to which you roam each time through weariness of the old scenes. For the first would have pleased you in each case, had you believed it wholly yours. As it is, however, you are not journeying; you are drifting and being driven, only exchanging one place for another, although that which you seek, – to live well, – is found everywhere. . . .

“The knowledge of sin is the beginning of salvation.” This saying of Epicurus seems to me to be a noble one. For he who does not know that he has sinned does not desire correction; you must discover yourself in the wrong before you can reform yourself. Some boast of their faults. Do you think that the man has any thought of mending his ways who counts over his vices as if they were virtues?

― Seneca, from "Moral letters to Lucilius/Letter 28"



2018-01-21

Winter poem

At the turn of the winter sea-
son(g)s rise to hail the Creator

The forest rumble and sway
and somber waves thunder and swell, roll over-
taken by the rugged wind
as bone-chilling squalls hurl giant
swaths of snow upon a distant harrowed field
where a seed has dropped ― to die

and bear
the fruit (of Man)

a prayer's unravelling to silence

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"You fool! What you saw does not come to life unless it dies."
― 1 Corinthians 15:36




ЗИМНА ПОЕМА
(на Майка)

Край вълнолома на зимния сезон
песни се реят във възхвала на Създателя

Разлюляната гора бучи
повдигат се с грохот мрачни вълни, и падат
сломени от грубия вятър
и мразовити вихрушки запращат (вели)-
кански снопове от сняг надaлеч в разораното поле,
където едно зърно е паднало ― да си отиде

и прероди се
в нов (човешки) плод

една молитва се разплита в тишината

_ _ _

“Безумецо, що ти сееш, няма да оживее, ако не умре.” 
― 1 Коринтяни 15:36

2015-11-22

St. Petka



"How can one love otherwise than in this finitude?"
― Jacques Derrida

2014-10-14

Floating scenery

However distant now, the Sea once was here.
His absence steeped in the rigid waves of endless
rolling hills ― a mountainous sea all around
as far as the eyes can spread, obstinate to rest
on a taut string-line horizon, instead
skipping as a flat stone on the crest
of a stalled present, over the bare treetops
abandoned homes under thick moss-covered roofs
tucked in slivers of ancient wool[gatherings]-
like blossoms grappling to the age-
old slate ― the living always reaching skywards
towards the Sun, then, here, now
in this very moment this floating blue scenery
encompasses my entire existence
gushing like an open vein, flowing, fleeting
as Nature claims her own, takes it all back
to heal, to heal.

Then the Sea may return, perhaps.

_ _ _



2014-10-03

"subtle grace / ferocious violence"



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"Humanity and nature are in a dance. In our better moments we live, breathe and move 
in harmony with this world. In our lesser moments, we simply consume it. In the end, nature
will be the one to consume us, with either subtle grace or ferocious violence."

― William Etundi Jr.

2014-09-26

2013-11-19

eyes see what we seek



                                              "whatever it is you're seeking 
                                              won't come in the form you're expecting" 
                                              - Hariku Mirakami

2013-07-20

echo of shadows



                                                            . . . from the fi(ni)shing line

2013-07-15

tattered wings


in the tattered wings
of a coconut tree
the wind rages delirious
chatters like the mad rain
day and night night and day
dry tears of unfathomable pain
one thousand blades
prying off a soul
from a frail man's body

pain pain pain
more than sinew and bone can bear
taut twanging ball of nerves
cutting wrenching tearing
squeezing thirsty cupful
teardrops of blood-
dew to appease tomorrow's dawn

heaven birthing an angel
amid Earth's mourning

but why so violent? oh God, why
s o   v i o l e n t ?

(it was never suppose to be this way)


2013-06-23

myth and desire


june perigee moon
myth and desire apogee
midsummer night's dream

a temporal lapse of ages
back in the pith beneath
my archaic skin

i leap bare into this fantasy
gulp the mead moon full
mellifluous-ripe

delirious -
presaged perhaps to sate
an ageless hunger