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Published: 2011-09-13 11:00:55 +0000 UTC; Views: 1496; Favourites: 80; Downloads: 0
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"An absolutepatience.
Trees stand
up to their knees in
fog. The fog
slowly flows
uphill.
White
cobwebs, the grass
leaning where deer
have looked for apples.
The woods
from brook to where
the top of the hill looks
over the fog, send up
not one bird.
So absolute, it is
no other than
happiness itself, a breathing
too quiet to hear."
Denise Levertov
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wyglada troche jak wiatr a troche jak energia uchwycona na kliszy...
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eh, staΔ CiΔ na wiΔcej, takie zwykΕe zdjΔcie robione przez szybΔ samochodu.
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So inspirational poetry and image! Move to feel that happiness which is peace
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thank you Lucila
our human inner peace seems to be so little compared to the calmness of the trees...
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Sometimes I think that may be that is our task: to reech that inner peace by choosing it. Dont know if trees have the freeedom to choose between peace and war.
I am sending you a poem of RubΓ©n DarΓo. It has not beauty translated, without rhyme, but the concept is this more or less:
Fatal
Happy the tree that can barely feel,
and happier the hard stone because it does not feel at all,
for there is no greater grief than the grief of being alive,
and no greater affliction than conscious life.
To be and to know nothing, and to be without fixed course,
and the fear of having been and a future terror
and the certain terror of being dead tomorrow,
and to suffer for life and for the shadow
and for what we do not know and hardly suspect,
and for the flesh that tempts with its fresh grapes
and the tomb that waits with its funeral branches,
and not to know where we go
or from where we come!...
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Wouldn't it be beautiful to not have choice? Not to fight, to leave without violoence.
I know it's more true when we do have a choice...
but just a thought of the world when we do not kill each other, neither other animals makes my heart warmer.
What we gain having freedom? Sometimes I think it's only the possibility of taking wrong decisions.
poor us, people, unsure of the tommorow, fragile, little stupid things.
I always like the poems you choose to share with me, Lucila
you reminded me about this one by Zbigniew Herbert:
Stone
The stone
is a perfect creature
equal to itself
obedient to its limits
filled exactly
with a stony meaning
with a scent which does not remind one of anything;
does not frighten anything away does not arouse desire
its ardor and coldness
are just and full of dignity
I feel a heavy remorse
when I hold it in my hand
and its noble body
is permeated by false warmth
stones cannoot be tamed
to the end they will look at us
with a calm very clear eye
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Yes, sometimes I envy my dog, really!
It seems freedom is part of our essence. We can choose to be slaves or to embrace our nature. Not freedom of freedom.
Wonderful this poem of Zbigniew Herbert too!
I enjoy all your works and journals and to participate in some way in them.
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you have a dog? me too 
Once I dreamed that we dreamed together - we were running over the fields, at night.
I think i was supposed to be other animal... or a plant even - that's how i try to explain my dreams and desires - for silence, for being close to the earth.
I truely regret, that almost always when i meet a sensitive human, he/she is so far away from me. People around me seems so empty, so... untouchable.
It's hard for me to understand how easy mechanisms are running them.
So, it's my pleasure knowing you too, Lucila
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maybe they hold their breath for a long long time. longer than human time.
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and, hopefuly, - they will take another one long time after we will be gone
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i'm sure, and others will witness.
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