Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Da Seidade / Of Knowingness

"A consciência que emerge de cada um de nós, é a força motriz do crescimento; do chão que seguimos por trilhar. Louvemos o artefato da escolha, porque tudo está ligado uma coisa com a outra. E eu escolho o bem-presente"

“The consciousness that emerges from within each one of us is the driving force of growth; the path we follow trail. Let us praise the artifact of choice, because everything is connected to everything else. And I choose what's well and present”


Sunday, May 17, 2009

A Sea in which to Float (Sunday Scribblings)

This poem is much less about disconnection than it is about reconnection; attaching the lines because there is no way to be set apart from the whole of existence.

I flap my wings
Out of hand
Is the scrape of my skyline

This bird knows no limit
Its tail is the iceberg
Crystallized under pressure

I sink and rise
All at once

I am the inflow
Resounding in the chamber
Of my lung-heart

So close your eyes
And take a good look at all

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