On divine

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Yea, I know whence I come.

Insatiable as flame,

I burn and am consumed.

Wherever I touch is turned to light,

Whatever I leave is turned to carbon.

Assuredly lama flame.

 

Nikos Kazantzakis

From Report to Greco

Translated from Greek by P. A. BIEN

 

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On being

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I live my life in widening circles

that reach out across the world.

I may not complete this last one

but I give myself to it.

 

I circle around God, around the primordial tower.

I’ve been circling for thousands of years

and I still don’t know: am I a falcon,

a storm, or a great song?

 

Rainer Maria Rilke

From The Book of Hours

Translated from Dutch by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy

On devotion

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When your hands go out,

love, toward mine,

what do they bring me flying?

Why did they stop

at my mouth, suddenly,

why do I recognize them

as if then, before,

I had touched them,

as if before they existed

they had passed over

my forehead, my waist?

Their softness came

flying over time,

over the sea, over the smoke,

over the spring,

and when you placed

your hands on my chest,

I recognized those golden

dove wings.

I recognized that clay

and that color of wheat.

All the years of my life

I walked around looking for them.

I went up the stairs,

I crossed the roads,

trains carried me,

waters brought me,

and in the skin of the grapes

I thought I touched you.

The wood suddenly

brought me your touch,

the almond announced to me

your secret softness,

until your hands

closed on my chest

and there like two wings

they ended their journey.

 

Pablo Neruda

YOUR HANDS

Translated from Spanish by Donald D. Walsh

My home place, Rhode Island

My tale begins in Rhode Island. Rhode Island is home for my soul. Rhode Island is my place of peace. Rhode Island enchants me. Rhode Island gives me the courage to be a better self. Rhode Island not always has my back but often enlightens me towards greater things.

Rhode Island has people that are driven more strongly by hope than by fear. Rhode Island is a “she” and has her own skin. Rhode Island is a sight of bliss. Rhode Island continually and stubbornly refuses the oblivious of everything. In every single turn, she allows me to exist.

Rhode Island kindly whispers in my ears, “it’s time to commit to your dreams”.

Thank you, my dear.

Keep inspiring me!

I am truly yours.