as there is no hope
there can be no doubt.
there is light, enough,
and it is clear.
we walk through
bitterness, turn sour,
and the suffering ferments
inside to essence
penetrating the soul.
all changes, all goes,
all returns in cycles.
in between we do what
needs to be done.
we try to breathe in
until our chest aches,
the pollution of centuries
of human kind
stifling the heart.
we breathe out,
and space constricts
until we wheeze
with the pressure.
when we lose hope
we have not lost
more than illusion:
we may be still and rest
and stay where we are.
Faith is based on the idea, that whatever the outcome is, it is for the better.
..Faith is not hope...hope is the desire for an outcome which suits us...
a difficult way to see...
Saturday, July 29, 2017
from Stone 24, Osip Mandelstam
Leaves scarcely breathing
in the black breeze;
the flickering swallow
draws circles in the dusk.
In my loving
dying heart
a twilight is coming,
a last ray, gently reproaching.
And over the evening forest
the bronze moon climbs to its place.
Why has the music stopped?
Why is there such silence?
This is what i most want, Osip Mandelstam
This is what I most want
un-pursued, alone
to reach beyond the light
that I am furthest from.
And for you to shine there-
no other happiness-
and learn, from starlight,
what its fire might suggest.
A star burns as a star,
light becomes light,
because our murmuring
strengthens us, and warms the night.
And I want to say to you
my little one, whispering,
I can only lift you towards the light
by means of this babbling.
There is no need for words, Osip Mandelstam
There is no need for words:
nothing must be heard.
How sad, and fine,
an animal’s dark mind.
Nothing it must make heard:
it has no use for words,
a young dolphin, plunging, steep,
along the world’s grey deep.
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