Within the waters

Is the entire world;

There is nothing in its depths

But reflections of mountains and rivers.

A fish breaks the surface

And then disappear again.

What need is there to borrow

The wind and thunder? 

~ Ingen

Being grateful for life

Be grateful for your life, every detail of it,

and your face will come to shine like a sun,

and everyone who sees it will

be made glad and peaceful. 

~ Rumi

Further or closer

At any moment, you have a choice, that either leads you closer to your spirit or further away from it.

~ Thich Nhat Hanh

You do not need many things

My house is buried in the deepest recess of the forest

Every year, ivy vines grow longer than the year before.

Undisturbed by the affairs of the world I live at ease,

Woodmen’s singing rarely reaching me through the trees.

While the sun stays in the sky, I mend my torn clothes

And facing the moon, I read holy texts aloud to myself.

Let me drop a word of advice for believers of my faith.

To enjoy life’s immensity, you do not need many things.

~ Ryokan

tr. Nobuyuki Yuasa

Justina:  ... just a caring soul around.

Too lazy to be ambitious

I let the world take care of itself.

Ten days’ worth of rice in my bag;

a bundle of twigs by the fireplace.

Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment?

Listening to the night rain on my roof,

I sit comfortably, with both legs stretched out.

~ Ryokan

Good medicine

A good night sleep, or a ten minute bawl, or a pint of chocolate ice cream, 

or all three together, 

is good medicine.

~ Ray Bradbury

unfinished poem, or maybe not (XVII) by NG

they were fleetingly meeting

for meager five minutes 

on the station of Vievis

they were like people saying nonsense 

and after, they whistled for farewell

as true trains, completely in love

one day they derailed

just to embrace 

each other

every passengers were saved 

some of them,

with some small wounds

of love

~ Nuno Guimarães

unfinished poem, or maybe not (XV) by NG

I glue my body to you

and we are flowing rain

gliding till the window sill

it is opened

so the winter may freely enter

~ Nuno Guimarães

unfinished poem, or maybe not (II) by NG

the lack that you make on me

is directly proportional

to the hole that is opening in my soul

where you will fit entire

when you arrive

 

~ Nuno Guimarães