Moon's ending - Sara Teasdale

Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill,
in the dawn clouds flying,
how good to go, light into light, and still
giving light, dying.

Your body is away from me
but there is a window open
from my heart to yours.
From this window, like the moon
I keep sending news secretely.

Rumi

When you think everything is someone else's fault, you will suffer a lot. When you realize that everything springs only from yourself, you will learn both peace and joy.
— His Holiness The Dalai Lama

Στην τσέπη του παλτού σου
παλιό σουσάμι
φλούδια φιστικιών
και το τσαλακωμένο γράμμα μου.
Ξύπνησαν λέξεις
φράσεις ανακλαδίστηκαν
έτριξα μήνες εκεί μέσα
μέρες του κρύου
νύχτες απ’ την κρεμάστρα μέσα στη σιωπή
μήπως ακούσεις
άλλαξα στίξη αμβλύνοντας υπαινιγμούς
κόπηκα ράφτηκα εν αγνοία σου
κατά τις πιθανές σου επιθυμίες.
Μα τώρα πια που μπαίνει το καλοκαιράκι
κι είναι σαφείς οι προοπτικές του μέλλοντός μας
αντί να γκρεμοτσακιστώ πηδώντας
ή αντί να με ξεγράψεις
στέλνοντας το παλτό σου στο καθαριστήριο
θα σφίξω θα μαζέψω
σε σουσάμι ή φλούδι
κι απ’ τις ραφές θα γραπωθώ για πάντα.
Κάποτε θα μ’ αγγίξουνε τα δάχτυλά σου.

Γιάννης Βαρβέρης, (από τη συλλογή Αναπήρων πολέμου, Κέδρος 1982)

The whole secret of existence is to have no fear. Never fear what will become of you, depend on no one. Only the moment you reject all help are you freed. Buddha.

WE THINK TOO MUCH & FEEL TOO LITTLE

Κουράζεται κανείς να ζει χωρίς εκείνον που παράφορα αγάπησε. Έρωτας είναι αυτή η κούραση.
Φωτεινή Τσαλίκογλου

Life of the Ocean - Enya

From the pine tree
learn of the pine tree
from the bamboo
learn of the bamboo.

Basho

Jim Croce - Time in a Bottle

"Awe is what moves us forward."
Joseph Campbell

"Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live." 
Norman Cousins

"The greatest good you can do for another is not just to share your riches, but to reveal to him his own."  Benjamin Disraeli

"Satisfaction lies in the effort, not in the attainment.  Full effort is full victory."
Mahatma Gandhi

a wintry sonnet - Christina Rossetti

A Robin said: The Spring will never come,
And I shall never care to build again.
A Rosebush said: These frosts are wearisome,
My sap will never stir for sun or rain.
The half Moon said: These nights are fogged and slow,
I neither care to wax nor care to wane.
The Ocean said: I thirst from long ago,
Because earth’s rivers cannot fill the main.

When Springtime came, red Robin built a nest,
And trilled a lover’s song in sheer delight.
Grey hoarfrost vanished, and the Rose with might
Clothed her in leaves and buds of crimson core.
The dim Moon brightened. Ocean sunned his crest,
Dimpled his blue, yet thirsted evermore.

"For twenty seven years
I’ve always sought the Way.
Well, this morning we passed
Like strangers on the road.

- Kokuin (10th century)"