Ryokan, two poems
Ryokan's brush stroke
Le nuage blanc dans le ciel
L’eau des ruisseaux sur la terre
Chacun va tel quel
White cloud in the sky
Water of streams on the earth
Each of them goes as it is
Mon ami
Regarde l’ombre
Tout au fond de mes yeux
My friend
Look at the shadow
Deep in my eyes
L’eau des ruisseaux sur la terre
Chacun va tel quel
White cloud in the sky
Water of streams on the earth
Each of them goes as it is
Mon ami
Regarde l’ombre
Tout au fond de mes yeux
My friend
Look at the shadow
Deep in my eyes
posted by Taigu at 9:38 AM
3 Comments:
Il n'y a d'ignorance que celle qui consiste à croire savoir.Le moine Ryokan et Stéphanie, bien qu'éloignés par le temps, la culture et l'état sont un seul et même corps: la lumière.
Sweet heart,
When you stay with the pain, without fleeing or identifying with it, then you may notice that life is just as it is. Trying to manipulate or control pain brings more suffering. To surrender is the key. Dying when you are alive and not seeking death as an escape: you won't be able to escape. There is no escape. No way out.
And and that point it could be interesting to ask yourself: who is writing this stuff about life being a misery? Is it me? Can I find anything that I can call "I"? Or is it just a collection of undigested experiences that I call "I"? In doing so, don't you give too much power to external circumstances, blaming life for not giving you what you want-deserve-wish? Don't you want to take a bit of responsability and see that this mess is entirely yours and it is up to you to allow the changes to take place? Why don't you sit, stop doing anything, stop fixing or blaming and just allow the wonder to unfold?
Just a few suggestions-directions, sweet heart, whatever you do is fine. There is breath in here, dance in here, and yes, you'll find pain and shadow too, other expressions of the beloved attention and care.
Love
Kuma
Dear Magda,
By the way, the poem written on Héléna's fan is also wriiten for you...
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