The Flight of the Bird Passing II: Poems of Fernando Pessoa

I’m a keeper of sheep

I’m a keeper of sheep,

The sheep are my thoughts

And my thoughts are all sensations.

I think with my eyes and ears

And with my hands and feet

An with my nose and mouth.

To think a flower is to see it and smell it

And to eat the fruit is to taste its meaning.

That’s why on a hot day

When I ache from enjoying so much,

And stretch out on the grass

Closing my warm eyes,

I feel my whole body lying full length in reality

I know in truth that I am happy.

 

By Alberto Caeiro*

heteronym of Fernando Pessoa 

Translated from Portuguese by Edwin Honig and Susan M. Brown

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The Flight of the Bird Passing I: Poems of Fernando Pessoa

II “My glance is clear like a sunflower”

 

My glance is clear like a sunflower.

I usually take to the roads,

Looking to my right and to my left.

And now and then looking behind me . . .

And what I see each moment

Is something I’d never seen before,

And I’m good at noticing such things . . .

I know how to feel the same essential wonder

That an infant feels if, on being born,

He could note he’d been born . . .

I feel that I am being born each moment

into the eternal newness of the World . . .

I believe the World as in a daisy

Because I see it . But I don’t think about it

Because thinking about it is not understanding . . .

The World was not made for us to think about

(To think is to be eye-sick)

But for us to look at and be in tune with . . .

I have no philosophy, I have senses . . .

If I speak of Nature, it’s not because I know what

Nature is,

But because I love it, and that is why I love it,

For a lover never knows what he loves,

Why he loves or what love is . . .

Loving is eternal innocence,

And the only innocence is not to think . . .

By Alberto Caeiro*

heteronym of Fernando Pessoa 

Translated from Portuguese by Edwin Honig and Susan M. Brown

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The Winds of Change are Rising

 

“We have reached a crossroads, we have emerged from what we assumed was normality, things have suddenly overturned. One of our main tasks now—especially those of us who are not sick, are not frontline workers, and are not dealing with other economic or housing difficulties—is to understand this moment, what it might require of us, and what it might make possible.”

–Rebecca Solnit from The Impossible Has Already Happened: What coronavirus can teach us about hope

 

Seeing everything means recognizing the ultimate fact that all things that exist are mutually connected into a single whole, even if the connections between them are not yet known to us. Seeing everything also means a completely different kind of responsibility for the world, because it becomes obvious that every gesture “here” is connected to a gesture “there,” that a decision taken in one part of the world will have an effect in another part of it, and that differentiating between “mine” and “yours” starts to be debatable.

So it could be best to tell stories honestly in a way that activates a sense of the whole in the reader’s mind, that sets off the reader’s capacity to unite fragments into a single design, and to discover entire constellations in the small particles of events. To tell a story that makes it clear that everyone and everything is steeped in one common notion, which we painstakingly produce in our minds with every turn of the planet.

That is why I believe I must tell stories as if the world were a living, single entity, constantly forming before our eyes, and as if we were a small and at the same time powerful part of it.

Olga Tokarczuk  from Nobel Prize in Literature acceptance speech

 

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Have a Little Talk With Fear

Pema Chödrön: A Story about Fear

Once there was a young warrior. Her teacher told her that she had to do battle with fear. She didn’t want to do that. It seemed too aggressive; it was scary; it seemed unfriendly. But the teacher said she had to do it and gave her the instructions for the battle. The day arrived. The student warrior stood on one side, and fear stood on the other. The warrior was feeling very small, and fear was looking big and wrathful. They both had their weapons. The young warrior roused herself and went toward fear, prostrated three times, and asked, “May I have permission to go into battle with you?” Fear said, “Thank you for showing me so much respect that you ask permission.” Then the young warrior said, “How can I defeat you?” Fear replied, “My weapons are that I talk fast, and I get very close to your face. Then you get completely unnerved, and you do whatever I say. If you don’t do what I tell you, I have no power. You can listen to me, and you can have respect for me. You can even be convinced by me. But if you don’t do what I say, I have no power.” In that way, the student warrior learned how to defeat fear.


From  When Things Fall Apart: Heart Advice for Difficult Times by Pema Chödrön.

Pema Chödrön (born Deirdre Blomfield-Brown, 1936) is an American Tibetan Buddhist. She is an ordained nun, acharya and disciple of Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche. Chödrön has written several dozen books and audiobooks, and is principal teacher at Gampo Abbey in Nova Scotia, Canada.

From Vox Populi

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April Poems 2020 #2: Foolish but Necessary Allowances

Tree

It is foolish

to let a young redwood

grow next to a house.

Even in this

one lifetime,

you will have to choose.

That great calm being,

this clutter of soup pots and books—

Already the first branch-tips brush at the window.

Softly, calmly, immensity taps at your life.

BY JANE HIRSHFIELD, From Given Sugar, Given Salt

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