Guest guest Posted April 22, 2002 Report Share Posted April 22, 2002 Beautiful contribution! It sings, doesn't it? Hugs, Zenbob Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 23, 2002 Report Share Posted April 23, 2002 ("Thoughts from the Portuguese of Fernando Pessoa", translated by Thomas Merton When my gaze is clear I think and write the way flowers wear color, yet less perfectly is my mode of expression for I lack the divine simplicity of being entirely myself and nothing more. When I look I am moved-- and I am nature-- the breeze rising lightly-- a wind going by. I do not bother with rhymes. I have no philosophy. If I talk of nature, that is not because I know what nature is but because I love it. My village creek is great because it's free. The best mysticism is simple and does not think. It lives on the top of a hill in a lonely whitewashed house and sings to the rivers. The flying bird leaves no trace nor marks the earth with her track. She flies by the mystery of things. And as for the sun each morning-- It rises on time Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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