Other times when I hear the wind blow
I feel that just hearing the wind blow makes it worth being born.
— Fernando Pessoa, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro
Notes: Photo – DK @ Cove Island Park. Poem: Thank you The Vale of Soul Making
Lightly child, lightly
August 13, 2015 by 8 Comments
Lightly, lightly, very lightly
A very light wind passes,
And it goes away just as lightly,
And I don’t know what I’m thinking,
Nor do I wish to know.
~ Fernando Pessoa, from section XIII of “The Keeper of Sheep,” A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems
Credits:
- Image Source: Mary Parker (via eikadan)
- Quote Source: the distance between two doors
- Prior “Lightly child, lightly” Posts? Connect here.
- Post Title & Inspiration: Aldous Huxley: “It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.”
Miracle? All of it.
July 29, 2015 by 23 Comments
I hear the wind blow,
And I feel that it was worth being born
just to hear the wind blow.
~ Fernando Pessoa, from “Uncollected Poems”
Inspired by Albert Einstein’s quote: “There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”
Notes: Poem excerpt: Your Eyes Blaze Out. Photo: Ines Perkovic (via Simplicidade do Ceu)
Driving. With my alcohol.
April 3, 2014 by 22 Comments
4:40 am.
I’m rumbling down I-95.
Dave Matthews is blaring through the speakers. And has been joining me on the morning ride all week.
You’ve been off. Haven’t found your rhythm. It’s back. You’re burning it from both ends. The adrenaline – – it’s pumpin’.
I look down at the gas gauge. And then to the estimate of the mileage remaining. Annoyed at the interruption. Need to stop. Better stop. I pull over to the Mobile station.
I’m listening to the clicks on the pump. And find myself drifting off. There’s mist coming from my nose, rising up, and then disappearing into the darkness. I breathe in deeply. Exhale through the nose. And watch the show again. Magic. A Miracle. My morning moment of meditation. And like the wisp of air, Pessoa’s disquiet rushes to fill the stillness.
You’re more comfortable moving. You find peace in motion. Yet, you know it ain’t peace.
It’s hanging on my bulletin board in the office: “business is the art of getting people to where they need to be faster than they would get there without you.” A Hugh McLeod illustration. A Big red hand with index finger pointing up – #1. There it is. Your strength. Your core competence. The transference of your disquiet to others. Pushing the pace. Injecting your adrenaline. More. Better. FASTER.
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I hear the wind blow
March 3, 2014 by 18 Comments
I hear the wind blow,
And I feel that it was worth being born
just to hear the wind blow.
~ Fernando Pessoa
Poem Source: The Ugly Earring. Image Source: Marc Vasseur Photography via Journal of a Nobody
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