Windy afternoon,27 Mai 2015

From Mark Nepo:

RELIC FROM THE FUTURE 

Questions found on an antique cell phone 
discovered in 2086 in the ruins of an airport 
when people traveled by plane: What if I let 
love in all the way? Why am I always leaving? 
What is it that stirs me about being caught? 
Though I never wanted safe, why have I settled 
for safe? Why do I keep running, when I have 
no interest in moving? How do I say yes more 
often? How do I stop reliving the past? How can 
I learn to use my freedom? Having lived most of 
my life in fear of what’s coming, how can I find 
meaning where I am? How can I stop playing 
small? How can I put down the upset of not 
getting what I want? How can I better see the 
unseen? How can I die to old ways of being? 
How can I let what wants to be born in me 
have its way? Now that I’ve been helped, 
how can I find the strength to help others? 
Just what is my work? And what will it 
take to taste the honey? 

19 mai 2015. NORTH

The backyard apple tree gets sad so soon,   

takes on a used-up, feather-duster look   

within a week. 

The ivy's spring reconnaissance campaign   

sends red feelers out and up and down   

to find the sun. 

Ivy from last summer clogs the pool,   

brewing a loamy, wormy, tea-leaf mulch   

soft to the touch 

and rank with interface of rut and rot. 

The month after the month they say is cruel   

is and is not.

BY JONATHAN GALASSI

6 mai,2015,flying north

FRIENDSHIP is a mirror to presence and a testament to forgiveness. Friendship not only helps us see ourselves through another's eyes, but can be sustained over the years only with someone who has repeatedly forgiven us for our trespasses as we must find it in ourselves to forgive them in turn. A friend knows our difficulties and shadows and remains in sight, a companion to our vulnerabilities more than our triumphs, when we are under the strange illusion we do not need them. An undercurrent of real friendship is a blessing exactly because its elemental form is rediscovered again and again through understanding and mercy. All friendships of any length are based on a continued, mutual forgiveness. Without tolerance and mercy all friendships die.

David Whyte

2 Mai,Tuross,NSW ,Australia

The drop dies in the river

by Mirza Ghalib



The drop dies in the river
of its joy
pain goes so far it cures itself

in the spring after the heavy rain the cloud
disappears
that was nothing but tears

in the spring the mirror turns green
holding a miracle
Change the shining wind

the rose led us to our eyes

let whatever is be open