Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Saturday, 14 April 2012
Pain exists only in resistance
“Pain exists only in resistance.
Joy exists only in acceptance.
Painful situations which you heartily accept become joyful.
Joyful situations which you do not accept become painful.
There is no such thing as a bad experience.
Bad experiences are simply the creations of your resistance
to what is.” — Rumi
Monday, 23 January 2012
A poem by Octavio Paz
door of being, dawn and wake me,
allow me to see the face of this day,
allow me to see the face of this night,
all communicates, all is transformed,
arch of blood, bridge of the pulse,
take me to the other side of this night,
where I am you, we are us,
the kingdom where pronouns are intertwined,
allow me to see the face of this day,
allow me to see the face of this night,
all communicates, all is transformed,
arch of blood, bridge of the pulse,
take me to the other side of this night,
where I am you, we are us,
the kingdom where pronouns are intertwined,
door of being: open your being
and wake, learn to be ....
and wake, learn to be ....
~ Octavio Paz ~
( Sunstone/Piedra de Sol, translated by Eliot Winberger)
Wednesday, 23 February 2011
I am your moon
I am your moon and your moonlight too
I am your flower garden and your water too
I have come all this way, eager for you
Without shoes or shawl
I want you to laugh
To kill all your worries
To love you
To nourish you.
Rumi
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