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Alternative, beautiful translation of the poem by Saint John of the Cross here. If you are going through the period of existential emptiness and spiritual depression, likely after a profound mystical experience, you may find this post by Loner Wolf helpful: 7 … Continue reading
I heard many times about the Third Chinese Patriarch and his (although it is being debated whether he is the author) poem that sums up the teachings of Buddhism. I finally decided to investigate who he was and what this … Continue reading
This week I have been to a sacred poetry workshop by Sarit Gafan of @highestgoodwellbeing. Sarit is an intuitive well-being practitioner and a beautiful soul. She took us on a journey inside ourselves. We did some soul-digging to uncover our … Continue reading
The freer I get, the higher I go. The higher I go, the more I see. The more I see, the less I know. The less I know, the more I am free. Ram Dass
“When you arrive at non-action, nothing will be left undone. Mastery of the world is achieved by letting things take their natural course.”
It is the poem month here on Nomad of the Universe 😂 I have recently found this verse from Tao Te Ching and I froze. It is describing precisely where I am in my life now. “When you arrive at … Continue reading
I’ve been looking for this poem for years! I first saw it at The British Museum’s Aztec exhibition ages ago and found it recently in the old photos. The poem is by Cacamatzin, the Aztec ruler of Texcoco (source here). … Continue reading
As one of their first fairy tales, children in the Russian speaking countries used to get told an old Russian folk tale about Kurochka (Chicken) Ryaba. It is a very simple story (see below*) that is not so simple once … Continue reading
Man, I forgot how much I love autumn. I was washing dishes one day and glanced outside – the light was different. It was soft as if I was in an oil painting. The angle has changed. Sunlight in autumn … Continue reading
You can go as far as you wish – and yet, there you are. Hope you have a joyful holiday and enjoy this poem.