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2 Wild Poems

SOMETIMESby David Whyte Sometimesif you move carefullythrough the forest,breathinglike the onesin the old stories,who could crossa shimmering bed of leaveswithout a sound,you come to a placewhose only taskis to trouble youwith tinybut frightening requests,conceived out of nowherebut in this placebeginning … Continue reading

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Creation Like A Flash of Lighting

Buddha Shakymuni: Diamond Sutra   As a lamp, a cataract, a star in space an illusion, a dewdrop, a bubble a dream, a cloud, a flash of lightning view all created things like this. Translated by Red Pine       … Continue reading

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

There are sicknesses worse then sicknesses   There are sicknesses worse than sicknesses, There are pains that do not ache,  not even in the soul, Yet are more painful than all the others. These are anxietes dreamed of more real … Continue reading

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

This   They say I fake or lie In everything I write No, it’s simply that With me imagination Feeds — I don’t use The heart.   All I dream or go through All I fail or lose out On, … Continue reading

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

Beyond God    1. The Abyss   I watch the Tagus in such a way That my watching forgets I’m watching And suddenly this strikes me Against my daydreaming — What is it, river-being flowing? What is it, my-being-here and … Continue reading

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