Lao Tzu, Rumi, David, Emerson, Wordsworth, Gibran, and Mary Oliver have taught me, over the years, that I never finish reading a book of wisdom poetry. When I read the last psalm, song, or poem, I simply put the book down for a while--sometimes for a few years--until one day whim, genius, or spiritual thirst … Continue reading Mary Oliver: American Primitive
Dry oak leaves slide over the milky-white and grey-green ice and turn and dance with the cold wind like winter butterflies. Winter Scene: Ice over Prospect Lake, Brooklyn
Vida ancestral en nuestro paraíso-- primigenio helecho arborescente.
Musa morada en la enredadera oculta: ¡Sal! ¡Ven!
Que el Amor te bendiga y te guarde. Que el Amor haga tu rostro resplandecer con su luz y te llene de gracia. Que el Amor haga latir tu corazón con vigor y te dé felicidad, paz, libertad. Passiflora vitifolia Foto de portada: Passiflora alata.
1 Atardece en Delhi. El sol rojo desciende tras la bruma. Sol pasión. Sol dolor. Sol amor. Corazón sangrante. 2 Amanece en Tárcoles. El sol blanco asciende tras la niebla. Sol gracia. Sol paz. Sol amor. Corazón luminoso. Delhi: Atardecer y Qutab Minar (Foto: BDW) https://videopress.com/v/xUStiSCf?preloadContent=metadata Amanecer blanco en Tárcoles: 6 de setiembre 2020
Watching summer blooms at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden, I am moved by their loving magnanimity. They give their vitality generously to hummingbirds, bees, butterflies, bumble bees, fireflies, and any other visitors who feed from their sweet heart. Canada Goldenrod (Solidago canadensis) Loving Spirits, the summer flowers give their delicious energy without asking their guests for … Continue reading Rumi: Giving Yourself
Me gustaba sentir el viento de tormenta oceánica y observar la lluvia caer sobre el Golfo Dulce desde nuestra playa solitaria. Disfrutaba cuando un nimboestrato acechante nos sorprendía, derramándose sobre nosotros como jícara llena de agua fresca. En esos momentos pensaba en el poema "El sur del océano" de Pablo Neruda y recordaba mis años … Continue reading Neruda: El sur del océano
I have been pondering, for months, Rumi's poem "Your First Eyes." He speaks of four streams that run inside the lover's soul-heart. I have been wondering what these spiritual currents might be. A lover has four streams inside,of water, wine, honey, and milk.Find those in yourself, and pay no attentionwhat so-and-so says about such and … Continue reading Rumi: Four Streams
Lua Nova de outubro. No meu jardim, escuridão e calma. No zênite, Vénus brilhante, deusa amorosa do firmamento. Na minha lembraça, o luar sobre o mar do Caribe. No meu coração, você. Nunca tive os olhos tão clarose o sorriso em tanta loucura.Sinto-me toda igual às árvores:solitária, perfeita e pura.Aqui estão meus olhos nas flores,meus … Continue reading Lua Nova
