Anja Lechner, Vassilis Tsabropoulos | Trois morceaux après des hymnes byzantins III
Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous
to be understood.
How grass can be nourishing in the
mouths of the lambs.
How rivers and stones are forever
in allegiance with gravity
while we ourselves dream of rising.
How two hands touch and the bonds
will never be broken.
How people come, from delight or the
scars of damage,
to the comfort of a poem.
Let me keep my distance, always, from those
who think they have the answers.
Let me keep company always with those who say
"Look!" and laugh in astonishment,
and bow their heads.
Mary Oliver in Evidence
Beacon | Bring You Back
Crystal | Fleetwood MacThese are lyrics that Rumi might have co-written. We’ve heard the song so many times we overlook its inherent innocence and beauty; the journey it evokes — that magnetic soul-pull"…to the sea."
Beth Orton | Mystery
Come and sing a songSomething that belongs hereCome and calm your soulMystery is born hereAlive, alive, alive, aliveAlive, alive, alive, alive-oAlive-oCome and rest your bonesYou look awful tiredFall soft upon the thoughtMystery is born
It doesn’t interest me if there is one God
or many gods.
I want to know if you belong or feel
if you can know despair or see it in others.
I want to know
if you are prepared to live in the world
with its harsh need
to change you. If you can look back
with firm eye,
saying this is where I stand. I want to know
if you know
how to melt into that fierce heat of living,
the center of your longing. I want to know
if you are willing
to live, day by day, with the consequence of love
and the bitter
unwanted passion of your sure defeat.
I have heard, in that fierce embrace, even
the gods speak of God.
from River Flow
John Grant | Marz