Thursday, May 30, 2013



Glimmering Depth

flow thru
weary waves
passages
beneath

***
Saivon Kimallus / Siniset Runot

väsy vaivu
avo saivo
pinnan läpi
vie ovi

Sunday, May 26, 2013

Just dance!

Dance, when you're broken open. 
Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. 
Dance in the middle of the fighting. 
Dance in your blood. 
Dance when you're perfectly free.

Rumi

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

The vagaries of life
Though painful, 
Teach us
Not to cling
To this fleeting world.

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.

Thursday, May 16, 2013

This being human is a guest-house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
Who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture.
Still, treat each guest honorably.
Who may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

~ Rumi


Walking along a little path,
I find a footprint on the moss, 
A white cloud low on the quiet lake, 
Grasses that sweeten an open door, 
A pine greener with the rain, 
A brook tumbling from a mountain source, 
And, mingling with Truth among flowers, 
I have forgotten what to say.

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Everywhere you look
The mountains are covered
With mist and blooming cherry trees.
 
***
If you look, 
if you are not absorbed in the screen of your mobile device...

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

I am because we are

Ubuntu
An anthropologist proposed a game 
to children in an African tribe. 
He put a basket full of fruit near a tree 
and told the children that whoever got there first won the sweet fruits. 
When he told them to run, 
they all took each others hands and ran together, then sat together enjoying their treats.

When he asked them why they had run like that when one could have had all the fruits for himself, 
they said, "UBUNTU, 
how can one of us be happy 
if all the other ones are sad?" 
("UBUNTU" in the Xhosa culture means: "I am because we are.")

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Follow your dreams

Follow your dream(s).

The true person is
Not anyone in particular;
But, like the deep blue color
Of the limitless sky,
It is everyone, everywhere
In the world. 

~ Dogen

***
The true person is the limitless sky.

Thursday, May 9, 2013

Stand still

The wind cannot shake a mountain.
Neither praise nor blame moves the wise man.
He is like a lake,
Pure and tranquil.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

In memoriam Nuno Guimarães

... And when he died, I suddenly realized I wasn’t crying for him at all,
but for the things he did.
I cried because he would never do them again,
he would never carve another piece of wood
or help us raise doves and pigeons in the backyard
or play the violin the way he did,
or tell us jokes the way he did.
He was part of us and when he died,
all the actions stopped dead
and there was no one to do them the way he did.
He was individual. 
He was an important man.
 I’ve never gotten over his death.
Often I think what wonderful carvings never came to birth because he died.
How many jokes are missing from the world,
and how many homing pigeons untouched by his hands?
He shaped the world. 
He did things to the world. 
The world was bankrupted of ten million fine actions the night he passed on.
Fahrenheit 451
***
In loving memory of Nuno Guimarães who passed away totally unexpected,
left us alone and empty
without his poetry, humane simplicity, frankness, kindness, friendliness.
Nuno was a personality like no other.
You touched so many souls and you will be missed very much.
Rest in peaceful sleep, Nuno.

Monday, May 6, 2013

Many paths lead
From the foot of the mountain,
But at the peak
We all gaze at the
Single bright moon.

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

The highest function of love is 
that it makes 
the loved one a unique and irreplaceable being.