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MOUNTAIN DREAMER
31/10/2013 14:16
"It doesn't interest me what you do for a living
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dreams
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your
fingers and toes
without cautioning us to
be careful
be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand on the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
"Yes."
It doesn't interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after a night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the center of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments."
~ Oriah Mountain Dreamer (The Invitation)
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TAGORE
03/05/2011 20:10
Tagore: Geetanjali or "Song Offerings"
Mind Without Fear
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up
into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason
has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action --
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.
Texte: Tagore Illustration: Michel SalofF Coste 3.5.2011
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MY LOVER
08/04/2011 10:30
My lover
Is the light in me
He fills me with his beauty
He brings me all this energy.
I had to cross
So many emty spaces
To find his soul
After thousand races.
His light cannot deceive
My dream of perfect harmony
He nourishs all my hope again
His magic ! I can’t explain.
He stepped out of my dreams
He showed me what love means
He turns on my sparkling eyes
He keeps my desire up on rise.
My lover
Is the light in me
He keeps me going
Where I want to be.
Texte: NEBULOSA Illustration: HALIM AL KARIM 8.4.2011
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HOPE
05/04/2011 14:47
The Instinct Of Hope
Is there another world for this frail dust
To warm with life and be itself again?
Something about me daily speaks there must,
And why should instinct nourish hopes in vain?
'Tis nature's prophesy that such will be,
And everything seems struggling to explain
The close sealed volume of its mystery.
Time wandering onward keeps its usual pace
As seeming anxious of eternity,
To meet that calm and find a resting place.
E'en the small violet feels a future power
And waits each year renewing blooms to bring,
And surely man is no inferior flower To die
unworthy of a second spring?
Texte: John Clare Illustration: Photograph by Michel Saloff Coste 4.4.2011
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ALL LOVE
19/03/2011 10:12
Rest In All Love Is
I love you like this...
dark, i can barely see your eyes...
so dark my eyes are useless.
My heart opens wide its light on you
and your face brightens
like the static on a TV screen,
or like the moment we die
and things begin to go all white
and then you're an angel laying before me...
the same one that has been there all along,
the one my eyes turned into something else
and I am ashamed I was deceived.
Then, I see you,
I see you like the energy that flows through my limbs,
now, like the breath that takes the universe
and gently creates another,
now, like my feet walking on glass, now, like I was never there.
I love you like I was never there.
So gently, never there.
In the dark where I can barely see,
and, rest in all that love is.
Texte: David Baumgarten Illustration: Reza Derkashani 19.03.2011
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