Wednesday, May 17, 2017

I know a cure (Mirabai)

I know a cure for sadness:

Let your hands touch something that

makes your eyes


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


Mirabai (c. 1498-1550)


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—


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