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“Who is spared in the end from leaving?” — Songs by Cacamatzin
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
Chicken Ryaba, buddhism and emptiness – an interpretation on an old Russian folk tale
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
The day was crisp/ The light was new/ Autumn has come/ Like deja vu
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
Postcard paradise. Emptiness and holidays.
You can go as far as you wish – and yet, there you are. Hope you have a joyful holiday and enjoy this poem.
Let Go, Let In, Let Be
Ciara Sherlock read this poem that she wrote during the ritual we did at the retreat. The last line sounds like a mantra. Nomads of consciousness – enjoy. You are here, now, Nothing to achieve, nowhere to go, The tie … Continue reading
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Among Strong Men – a poem by Hafiz
I have learnt so much at and still continue to learn from the retreat. This was one of the poems and quotes that the guides have put on the wall in the hall. Hafiz is a poet from Persia from … Continue reading
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The Waking by Theodore Roethke #poem
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go. We think by feeling. What is there to know? I hear my being … Continue reading
