1000 petals by axinia

the only truth I know is my own experience

The spring is finally there! March 28, 2009

 

Sound the flute!
Now it’s mute!
Bird’s delight,
Day and night,
Nightingale,
In the dale,
Lark in sky,
Merrily,
Merrily merrily, to welcome in the year.

Full of joy;
Little girl,
Sweet and small;
Cock does crow,
So do you;
Merry voice,
Infant noise;
Merrily, merrily, to welcome in the year.

Little lamb,
Here I am;
Come and lick
My white neck;
Let me pull
Your soft wool;
Let me kiss
Your soft face;
Merrily, merrily, to welcome in the year.

poem by William Blake

(image by me)

 

No domination! Or the true friendship March 18, 2009

Don’t walk in front of me, I may not follow.
Don’t walk behind me, I may not lead.
Just walk beside me and be my friend.
Albert Camus

Being a giver by nature, in my freindships throughout my life I used to give more than to receive,

I used to lead, I used to to be the inspiration and the comforter…

But at some point I realised that actually it is my lovely freinds who give me much more than I could ever be able to give. 

It is my great freinds who are my teachers and my comforters…

 And at some next point I realised that we are totally equal and the only way we can walk forward is walking beside each other.

LOVE, axinia

 

Reading books March 16, 2009

Reading books everyone died, none became any wise
One who reads the word of Love, only becomes wise

a Doha by Kabir

 

The answer March 9, 2009

(image by me)

To see a World in a Grain of Sand,

And heaven in a Wild flower,

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand

And Eternity in an hour.

poem by William Blake

 

Love and Harmony February 17, 2009

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Love and harmony combine,
And round our souls entwine
While thy branches mix with mine,
And our roots together join.

Joys upon our branches sit,
Chirping loud and singing sweet;
Like gentle streams beneath our feet
Innocence and virtue meet.

Thou the golden fruit dost bear,
I am clad in flowers fair;
Thy sweet boughs perfume the air,
And the turtle buildeth there.

There she sits and feeds her young,
Sweet I hear her mournful song;
And thy lovely leaves among,
There is love, I hear his tongue.

There his charming nest doth lay,
There he sleeps the night away;
There he sports along the day,
And doth among our branches play.

William Blake
(1757 – 1827)

 

 

A human being consists of the whole world January 27, 2009

A human body consists of all five elements

And resembles of different animals.

A human heart can be a desert or a flourishing garden,

A stone or a fresh cooling waters.

A human brain can be a rich soil or a fruit tree

a lightning or a fast flowing river,

Male and Female essences are reflecting the Sun and the Moon,

The Breath of God is in every cell.

…Truly, what a perfectly beautiful creature, a human being.

A being that consists of the whole world!..

 

by axinia

 

The musk is in the deer, but it seeks it not within itself: it wanders in quest of grass. January 20, 2009

One of the most beautiful poems about seeking the truth and actually finding it by Kabir (translated by Rabindranath Tagore):

The moon shines in my body, but my blind eyes cannot see it:
The moon is within me, and so is the sun.
The unstruck drum of Eternity is sounded within me; but my deaf  ears cannot hear it. 

So long as man clamours for the “I” and the “Mine”,  his works are as naught:
When all love of the “I” and the “Mine” is dead, then the work of the Lord is done.

 

For work has no other aim than the getting of knowledge:
When that comes, then work is put away. 

The flower blooms for the fruit: when the fruit comes, the flower withers.
The musk is in the deer, but it seeks it not within itself: it wanders in quest of grass.

 

I have judged others November 23, 2008

 

I plead guilty from time to time

when I have judged others

in relation to standards of mine;

for now I see that each one of us

sees only from the point where one is placed

on the long path of eternal time.

Each one has to grow by his free will,

 choosing right or wrong at his own discretionary will.

Siding the grey darkness or silvery light,

one either brightens or mars one`s chances

of reaching the end keeping the goal in sight.

 

poem by Armaity H. Bhabha “Sahajmala”

image by axinia

 

Autumn by A. Pushkin November 7, 2008

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A wonderful season poem by the best Russian poet, Alexander S. Pushkin (unfortunately, as any translation it does not reflect the true beauty of Pushkin’s language and love):

AUTUMN

October has arrived – the woods have tossed
Their final leaves from naked branches;
A breath of autumn chill – the road begins to freeze,
The stream still murmurs as it passes by the mill,
The pond, however’s frozen; and my neighbor hastens
to his far-flung fields with all the members of his hunt.
The winter wheat will suffer from this wild fun,
And baying hounds awake the slumbering groves.
             
II
This is my time: I am not fond of spring;
The tiresome thaw, the stench, the mud – spring sickens me.
The blood ferments, and yearning binds the heart and mind..
With cruel winter I am better satisfied,
I love the snows; when in the moonlight
A sleigh ride swift and carefree with a friend.
Who, warm and rosy ‘neath a sable mantle,
Burns, trembles as she clasps your hand.

III
What fun it is, with feet in sharp steel shod,
To skim the mirror of the smooth and solid streams!
And how about the shining stir of winter feasts? . .
But in the end you must admit that naught but snow
For half the year will even bore a bear
Deep in his den. We cannot ride for ages,
In sleighs with youthful nymphs
Or sulk around the stove behind storm windows.

IV
O, summer fair! I would have loved you, too,
Except for heat and dust and gnats and flies.
You kill off all our mental power,
Torment us; and like fields, we suffer from the drought;
To take a drink, refresh ourselves somehow –
We think of nothing else, and long for lady Winter,
And, having bid farewell to her with pancakes and with wine,
We hold a wake to honor her with ice-cream and with ice. (more…)

 

You foollish mind October 29, 2008

                           

Oh! You foolish mind, why can’t you see the obvious,

that everyting that you think is yours

does not belong to you.

The pure knowledge, the brains to grasp it,

the talents, the beauty, whatever that’s truly precious,

comes from one ultimate source,

and there it has got to return,

set free by the free will,

the only thing that we can dare to call our own.

 

poem by Armaity H. Bhabha “Sahajmala”

 

 
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