Wednesday, May 17, 2017

I know a cure (Mirabai)



I know a cure for sadness:

Let your hands touch something that

makes your eyes

smile.

I bet there are a hundred objects close by

that can do that.



Look at

beauty's gift to us-

her power so great she enlivens

the earth, the sky, our

soul.



Mirabai (c. 1498-1550)




2 comments:

Harlequin said...

Such sentiments always guide me to Byron's thought ~ "There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore .... I love not Man the less, but Nature more"

Iulia Flame said...

A whisper is blowing toward me from beyond the seven seas --
I love the trees, and the trees love me. : -)

Thank you for the reminder of Byron's alliterative lines. There is a certain pithy satisfaction in them.

We wandered from pine-hills
through oak and scrub-oak tangles,
we broke hyssop and bramble,
we caught flower and new bramble-fruit
in our hair: we laughed
as each branch whipped back,
we tore our feet in half-buried rocks
and knotted roots and acorn-cups.

We forgot—we worshipped,
we parted green from green,
we sought further thickets,
we dipped our ankles
through leaf-mould and earth,
and wood and wood-bank enchanted us—

-H.D.

all is translation (and every bit of us is lost in it)

Rilke (Leonid Pasternak, 1900) Image credit to Wikimedia Commons GONG Sound, no longer measurable with the sense of hearing. As ...

popular on this site