“Speak Little. Learn the words of eternity.
Go beyond your tangled thoughts and
find the splendor of paradise.”
― Rumi
Poetry
“Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly
Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky,
So this wing’d hour is dropped to us from above.
Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower,
This close-companioned inarticulate hour
When twofold silence was the song of love.”
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who
wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet. — Plato
“The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it – basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.” ― Charles Bukowski
“You have not grown old, and it is not too late
To dive into your increasing depths
where life calmly gives out its own secret.”
Experiment to me
Per me un esperimento
Is every one I meet.
è ognuno che incontro.
If it contain a kernel?
Che nasconda un gheriglio?
The figure of a nut
L’aspetto di una noce
Presents upon a tree,
Appare sopra un albero,
Equally plausibly;
egualmente plausibile;
But meat within is requisite,
ma la polpa all’interno è requisito,
To squirrels and to me.
per gli scoiattoli e me.
by Emily Dickinson
On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying,
and I knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded.
Only now and again a sadness fell upon me, and I started up from my
dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange fragrance in the south wind.
That vague sweetness made my heart ache with longing and it seemed to
me that is was the eager breath of the summer seeking for its completion.
I knew not then that it was so near, that it was mine, and that this
perfect sweetness had blossomed in the depth of my own heart.
“Love is the dancing cry of the soul, calling the body to worship
Like a shining whirlpool, or a spinning mayfly
So is love among the skies.
I leap across the mountaintops, madly singing the song of all songs
I float through the ether, intoxicated, thrilled
I think only of your love, your calling to me
And I dance the thousand dances of love, all returning to you.”
Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī
” As my words turn to silence,
Your sweetness surrounds me. ”
– Hakim Sanai, The Walled Garden of Truth
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