Thursday, June 22, 2006

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


Blogger Stéphanie said...

Merci de permettre à l'ignorante que je suis d'apprécier doublement ces vers.
Clarté et mystère
Ombre et lumière
Tout simplement

5:11 AM  
Blogger Pierre Turlur said...

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.

5:57 PM  
Blogger Magda said...

Are we forced to live ? Life is too heavy ... i'm delighted to find the lightness of death.
Life is sort of a diving suit, no breath, no dance, just pain and sadness ... Please stop it.

1:01 AM  
Blogger Pierre Turlur said...

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.



2:07 AM  
Blogger Pierre Turlur said...

Dear Magda,

By the way, the poem written on Héléna's fan is also wriiten for you...

2:10 AM  
Blogger Magda said...

Thx a lot for these words ... There is time when pain is too present, too real, and too painfull. I'm glad to read ur words of helping, and no, there aren't too hard.
I'm trying to think about that deeply. "My" Psychotic children helped me to put all that mess away from me for a few hour. Itry to go on with this feeling.
Thanks again and sorry for disturbing.

9:10 AM  

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