” The sun of every vision,
Thy beauty be,
More beautiful than the beauty,
Thy beautiful face be. “
– Hafiz
Autumn Here is Magical and Vast
(excerpt) by Golan Haji
Rains taught him how he’d evaporate from the earth’s body.
The cat taught him how to sleep in the shadows of roses.
The well led him to concealment.
The leaves are going yellow, shouting, whirling about,
so he listens to the pulse of the tree.
The world is tearing through
tatters fluttering like banners in the amphitheater
where madmen swam in our wounds pleading they’d not heal
nothing will stop all this blood but the sun & the wind.
Song of the Old Mother
William Butler Yeats
I rise in the dawn, and I kneel and blow
Till the seed of the fire flicker and glow;
And then I must scrub and bake and sweep
Till stars are beginning to blink and peep;
And the young lie long and dream in their bed
Of the matching of ribbons for bosom and head,
And their days go over in idleness,
And they sigh if the wind but lift a tress:
While I must work because I am old,
And the seed of the fire gets feeble and cold.
Demain dès l’aube
Victor Hugo
Demain, dès l’aube, à l’heure où blanchit la campagne,
Tomorrow, at dawn, in the hour when the countryside becomes white,
Je partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu m’attends.
I will leave. You see, I know that you are waiting for me.
J’irai par la forêt, j’irai par la montagne.
I will go by the forest, I will go by the mountain.
Je ne puis demeurer loin de toi plus longtemps.
I cannot stay far from you any longer.
Je marcherai les yeux fixés sur mes pensées,
I will walk the eyes fixed on my thoughts,
Sans rien voir au dehors, sans entendre aucun bruit,
Without seeing anything outside, nor hearing any noise,
Seul, inconnu, le dos courbé, les mains croisées,
Alone, unknown, the back curved, the hands crossed,
Triste, et le jour pour moi sera comme la nuit.
Sad, and the day for me will be like the night.
Je ne regarderai ni l’or du soir qui tombe,
I will not look at the gold of the evening which falls,
Ni les voiles au loin descendant vers Harfleur,
Nor the faraway sails descending towards Harfleur.
Et quand j’arriverai, je mettrai sur ta tombe
And when I arrive, I will put on your tomb
Un bouquet de houx vert et de bruyère en fleur.
A green bouquet of holly and flowering heather.
Kansas City Royals win game number 2 of the 2015 World Series 7 – 1 and then go on to win
the series over the New York Mets 4 games to 1. Taken with my iphone on this victorious misty evening October 28th in Ewing M. Kauffman Stadium, Kansas City, Missouri.
“Arise from sleep, old cat,
And with great yawns and stretchings…
Amble out for love”
― Kobayashi Issa
“When you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it’s your world for the moment.
I want to give that world to someone else. Most people in the city rush around so,
they have no time to look at a flower. I want them to see it whether they want to or not.”
Georgia O’Keeffe
A Nation’s Strength
Walt Whitman
Not gold, but only man can make
A people great and strong;
Men who, for truth and honor’s sake,
Stand fast and suffer long.
Brave men who work while others sleep,
Who dare while others fly —
They build a nation’s pillars deep
And lift them to the sky
“We are part of nature. We are here to bloom like a flower-
to ornate the earth with beauty, love, joy, happiness, and care.” ― Debasish Mridha
“I think… that love encompasses the experience of the possible transition from the pure randomness of chance to a state that has universal value. Starting out from something that is simply an encounter, a trifle, you learn that you can experience the world on the basis of difference and not only in terms of identity. And you can even be tested and suffer in the process. In today’s world, it is generally thought that individuals only pursue their own self-interest. Love is an antidote to that. Provided it isn’t conceived only as an exchange of mutual favours, or isn’t calculated way in advance as a profitable investment, love really is a unique trust placed in chance. It takes us into key areas of the experience of what is difference and, essentially, leads to the idea that you can experience the world from the perspective of difference. In this respect it has universal implications: it is an individual experience of potential universality, and is thus central to philosophy, as Plato was the first to intuit.” ― Alain Badiou
Maverick Mist 