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| 2007-11-2 | [转载]英文诗歌 | ||
The gift of life is never more or less. Dimitri Shostakovich The gift of life is never more or less. Either days or years are merely moments. Reverence remains the source of bliss. More memories do not increase remembrance. If death must early come, then let it be Nor more nor less than if it had come late: A part of a much larger mystery, Leaving wind and wisdom in its wake. Longing is the music of our sphere, Yearning for a time past time and space In which all that we love is ever here, Love everlasting, which is now our grace, Living with us more than we can bear. | |||
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| 2007-10-2 | Rumi's poems | ||
The Universe What if someone said to an embryo in the womb, “Outside of your world of black nothing is a miraculously ordered universe; a vast Earth covered with tasty food; mountains, oceans and plains, fragrant orchards and fields full of crops; a luminous sky beyond your reach, with a sun, moonbeams, and uncountable stars; and there are winds from south, north and west, and gardens replete with sweet flowers like a banquet at a wedding feast. The wonders of this world are beyond description. What are you doing living in a dark prison, Drinking blood through that narrow tube?” But the womb- world is all an embryo knows And it would not be particularly impressed By such amazing tales, saying dismissively: “You’re crazy. That is all a deluded fantasy.” One day you will look back and.. | |||
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| 2007-8-21 | [转载]poems from Tagore | ||
Surprise Life is just perpetual surprise that I exist Unmanifest What you are you do not see, What you see – that you are not . Resurrection If you weep because the sun has gone out, your tears may blind you to the stars Knowing Who do you long for? The one I can feel in the night But cannot see in the day | |||
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