#4340 - Monday, August 15, 2011 - Editor: Gloria Lee
Our task is to take this earth so deeply and wholly into ourselves that it
will resurrect within our being.—Rilke, excerpt from a letter to Witold Hulewicz, November 13, 1925by Christine Wushke on FacebookHopeHope is with you when you believe
The earth is not a dream but living flesh,
That sight, touch, and hearing do not lie,
That all things you have ever seen here
Are like a garden looked at from a gate.You cannot enter. But you're sure it's there.
Could we but look more clearly and wisely
We might discover somewhere in the garden
A strange new flower and an unnamed star.Some people say we should not trust our eyes,
That there is nothing, just a seeming,
These are the ones who have no hope.
They think that the moment we turn away,
The world, behind our backs, ceases to exist,
As if snatched up by the hands of thieves.~ Czeslaw Milosz ~
(The World)Web version: www.panhala.net/Archive/Hope_Milosz.htmlBy letting go our fascination with the extraordinary and spectacular, we
can allow ourselves to recognize the simple wonder that lies within the
ordinary.For life is its own purpose and doesn't need a reason to be. That is its
beauty.~ Tony ParsonsAlong The Way
Searching through intellectual knowledge for the true Light is like a man
lost in tunnels under the earth... the deeper he journeys the darker it
becomes...~ Rumiby Melitta Kelly on Facebook
"The less conscious one is of being 'a writer,' the better the writing."
— Pico IyerKeeping QuietBy Pablo Neruda(1904 - 1973)English version by Alastair ReidNow we will count to twelveand we will all keep still.For once on the face of the earthlet's not speak in any language,let's stop for one second,and not move our arms so much.It would be an exotic momentwithout rush, without engines,we would all be togetherin a sudden strangeness.Fishermen in the cold seawould not harm whalesand the man gathering saltwould look at his hurt hands.Those who prepare green wars,wars with gas, wars with fire,victory with no survivors,would put on clean clothesand walk about with their brothersin the shade, doing nothing.What I want should not be confusedwith total inactivity.Life is what it is about;I want no truck with death.If we were not so single-mindedabout keeping our lives moving,and for once could do nothing,perhaps a huge silencemight interrupt this sadnessof never understanding ourselvesand of threatening ourselves with death.Perhaps the earth can teach usas when everything seems deadand later proves to be alive.Now I'll count up to twelveand you keep quiet and I will go.