A moment of happiness

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A Moment of Happiness    by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

 

A moment of happiness,
you and I sitting on the verandah,
apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
We feel the flowing water of life here,
you and I, with the garden’s beauty
and the birds singing.
The stars will be watching us,
and we will show them
what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
You and I unselfed, will be together,
indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.
The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar
as we laugh together, you and I.
In one form upon this earth,
and in another form in a timeless sweet land.

 

 

photograph Rose Cook

Spring blessings

 

Make the Ordinary Come Alive      by William Martin

 

Do not ask your children
to strive for extraordinary lives.
Such striving may seem admirable,
but it is a way of foolishness.
Help them instead to find the wonder
and the marvel of an ordinary life.
Show them the joy of tasting
tomatoes, apples, and pears.
Show them how to cry
when pets and people die.
Show them the infinite pleasure
in the touch of a hand.
And make the ordinary come alive for them.
The extraordinary will take care of itself.

 

From The Parent’s Tao Te Ching: Ancient Advice for Modern Parents

 

 

photograph Rose Cook

My deep gratitude to life, to poetry, welcome the new year in with thanks and hope

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Poetry                         by Pablo Neruda

And it was at that age… Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don’t know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.

I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open,
planets,
palpitating planations,
shadow perforated,
riddled
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.

And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
I felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke free on the open sky.

 

photo Rose Cook

December… wishing you peace

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December

 

 

this is the time of ice, of hungry birds,

give broken bread so they may come –

crows slip on the tops of walls,

puffed pigeon risk a cat-watched lawn

 

everything

( whisper it )

is about

loving

and

not-loving

 

this is a time of dilemmas

whether to give or not,

does it matter or not,

looking for meaning

 

everything

( remember it )

is about loving

and not-loving.

 

 

Poem and photograph Rose Cook