Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter.
Do not take away the rose, the lanceflower that you pluck, the water that suddenly bursts forth in your joy, the sudden wave of silver born in you.
My struggle is harsh and I come back with eyes tired at times from having seen the unchanging earth, but when your laughter enters it rises to the sky seeking me and it opens for me all the doors of life.
My love, in the darkest hour your laughter opens, and if suddenly you see my blood staining the stones of the street laugh, because your laughter will be for my hands like a fresh sword.
Next to the sea in the autumn, your laughter must raise its foamy cascade, and in the spring, love, I want your laughter like the flower I was waiting for, the blue flower, the rose of my echoing country.
Laugh at the night, at the day, at the moon, laugh at the twisted streets of the island, laugh at this clumsy boy who loves, but when I open my eyes and close them, when my steps go, when my steps return, deny me bread, air, light, spring, but never your laughter for I would die.
I am so in like with you Miguel with these thought provoking threads
I feel like I have arrived home because your threads ask the same questions and explore the same waters that I do with my visual work.
I share very similar philosophies with Lee. I believe that nothing is separate - I am part of all that is and as such am the lightness I seek. The illusion of separateness allows me to experience interaction, emotion and life through the 5 senses.
I used to think in terms of karma and lessons...these days it is more like a series of experiences ... I try not to label them as good and bad - they just are. That doesn't mean that I like them all - it just means that I acknowledge my part in their creation. Yes I believe there is a cause for every circumstance and by changing my awareness I can change the outcome.
I do not believe that life is happening to me. I believe that I am in a constant state of co-creation with a universe that is constantly creating. If I want a different expression of life than I have created then I need to become more mindful of what I put forth into the cosmic soup.
We pass by this life and we grab on to what we can. I believe we do leave a legacy of sorts in the people we meet and touch. I also believe there is an energetic resonance to everything so I wonder if we don't leave some kind of enegetic footprint. And if we do ... do we pick up traces of those who have gone before?
For me it is the difference between being alone in the absence of others and being alone in the presence of youself.
The latter point of view is much more empowering to the individual.
Therein lies our choice. I can choose how I frame it and that simple choice colours the way I feel. I choose alone in the presence of myself ...connected to all that is ... from that place I can never truly be lonely for I am never truly alone.
The only thing nicer than reading these poems would be to have them read to me ... so I could close my eyes and just feel the words resonate through me.
Happy Birthday Lee. You are a truly beautiful soul.
Accept My Full Heart's Thanks
Your words came just when needed. Like a breeze, Blowing and bringing from the wide salt sea Some cooling spray, to meadow scorched with heat And choked with dust and clouds of sifted sand That hateful whirlwinds, envious of its bloom, Had tossed upon it. But the cool sea breeze Came laden with the odors of the sea And damp with spray, that laid the dust and sand And brought new life and strength to blade and bloom So words of thine came over miles to me, Fresh from the mighty sea, a true friend's heart, And brought me hope, and strength, and swept away The dusty webs that human spiders spun Across my path. Friend -- the word means much -- So few there are who reach like thee, a hand Up over all the barking curs of spite And giving the clasp, when most its need is felt, Friend, newly found, accept my full heart's thanks
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RE: Pablo Neruda
I doubt that you accent would be anything but dreamy