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The Poetry Thread.

コチシカコチシカ Berlin, Germany Veteran
edited July 8 in General Banter

Hello!

I would like to open this space where we can share poems or small pieces of fiction / non-fiction.

To start up, I hope you enjoy this simple yet beautiful poem I found today.

Please remember to source! :pleased:

:smile:

"There is more that connects us
Than divides us

Our pain is mutual
Our anger is mutual

We are humans
We make mistakes

We learn, we love
We fall, we fail

We are stupid
We are complicated

We are what we are
We are what we can be."

(Phanindra, 2020)

https://ksmphanindra.wordpress.com/2020/07/07/we-are-humans/comment-page-1/#comment-3155

Keromeperson

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  • KeromeKerome Love, love is mystery The Continent Veteran
    edited July 8

    We tried reasoning
    our way to Him:
    it did not work;
    but the moment we gave up,
    no obstacle remained.

    My friend, everything existing
    exists through him;
    your own existence is a mere pretense.
    No more nonsense! Lose yourself,
    and the hell of your heart becomes a heaven.
    Lose yourself, and anything can be accomplished.
    Your selfishness is an untrained colt.

    Melt yourself down in his search:
    venture your life and your soul
    in the path of sincerity;
    strive to pass from nothingness to being,
    and make yourself drunk with the wine of God.

    — Hakim Sanai, the Hadiqa: The Walled Garden of Truth

    コチシカ
  • コチシカコチシカ Berlin, Germany Veteran

    @Kerome , qué bonito! :smile: (How beautiful!)

  • コチシカコチシカ Berlin, Germany Veteran

    Let's take it to Japan now. !

    Suddenly
    far in the distance
    an image floats up
    and the person speaking beside me
    is forgotten

    not shunning
    those who were unfeeling
    as stone,
    not fleeing from those like fire, that’s the path I have traveled

    like water flowing—
    so naturally, unthinkingly, did I
    become a wife
    become a mother
    and now my regrets overflow

    like the breeze
    blowing across the cut reeds
    the voice
    of one I love wafts through my black hair

    Yazawa Koko, Kaete (Cocksomb) 1910

  • KeromeKerome Love, love is mystery The Continent Veteran

    The Guest House

    This being human is a guest house.
    Every morning a new arrival.

    A joy, a depression, a meanness,
    some momentary awareness comes
    as an unexpected visitor.

    Welcome and entertain them all!
    Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
    who violently sweep your house
    empty of its furniture,
    still, treat each guest honorably.
    He may be clearing you out
    for some new delight.

    The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
    meet them at the door laughing,
    and invite them in.

    Be grateful for whoever comes,
    because each has been sent
    as a guide from beyond.

    — Jalaluddin Rumi

    コチシカ
  • federicafederica Seeker of the clear blue sky... Its better to remain silent and be thought a fool, than to speak out and remove all doubt Moderator
    edited July 9
  • lobsterlobster Veteran

    @コチシカ said:
    Hello!

    I would like to open this space
    where
    we can
    share

    To start up,
    I hope you

    enjoy
    this simple yet beautiful
    poem
    I found today.

    Please remember to source!

    コチシカ
  • DavidDavid some guy Veteran

    federicaWalkerコチシカ
  • federicafederica Seeker of the clear blue sky... Its better to remain silent and be thought a fool, than to speak out and remove all doubt Moderator
    edited July 10

    Love this...

    AUTOBIOGRAPHY IN FIVE CHAPTERS

    I
    I walk down the street.
    There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
    I fall in.
    I am lost … I am hopeless.
    It isn't my fault.
    It takes forever to find a way out.

    II
    I walk down the same street.
    There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
    I pretend I don't see it.
    I fall in again.
    I can't believe I'm in the same place.
    But it isn't my fault.
    It still takes a long time to get out.

    III
    I walk down the same street.
    There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
    I see it is there.
    I still fall in … it’s a habit.
    My eyes are open.
    I know where I am.
    It is my fault.
    I get out immediately.

    IV
    I walk down the same street.
    There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
    I walk around it.

    V
    I walk down another street.

    Portia Nelson

    Keromeコチシカ
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