Valaam Men's Choir,Orthodox Shrines of the Russian North

Arvo Pärt ,Trisagion For String Orchestra

Toni Morrison, How to be your own story, quotes

"The past is already in debt to the mismanaged present. And besides, contrary to what you may have heard or learned, the past is not done and it is not over, it’s still in process, which is another way of saying that when it’s critiqued, analyzed, it yields new information about itself. The past is already changing as it is being reexamined, as it is being listened to for deeper resonances. Actually it can be more liberating than any imagined future if you are willing to identify its evasions, its distortions, its lies, and are willing to unleash its secrets."

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Toni Morrison

You are your own stories and therefore free to imagine and experience what it means to be human without wealth. What it feels like to be human without domination over others, without reckless arrogance, without fear of others unlike you, without rotating, rehearsing and reinventing the hatreds you learned in the sandbox. And although you don’t have complete control over the narrative (no author does, I can tell you), you could nevertheless create it.

Although you will never fully know or successfully manipulate the characters who surface or disrupt your plot, you can respect the ones who do by paying them close attention and doing them justice. The theme you choose may change or simply elude you, but being your own story means you can always choose the tone. It also means that you can invent the language to say who you are and what you mean. But then, I am a teller of stories and therefore an optimist, a believer in the ethical bend of the human heart, a believer in the mind’s disgust with fraud and its appetite for truth, a believer in the ferocity of beauty. So, from my point of view, which is that of a storyteller, I see your life as already artful, waiting, just waiting and ready for you to make it art."

Arvo Pärt , Cantique des degrès

In somno profundo, antonio vivaldi, juditha trumphans

i cannot tell you: "“All language is but a poor translation.”(Franz Kafka)

i cannot tell you
who you are,
i feel how you are
in your confinement

i feel how you need
to run out for a while
and how you need to crawl
inside near last strength

in the space between
one day and another
where you may be lost
if there was not the sea

in which you can float
and rest, no intrusion
shall reach it
and i'd lend my wings

to protect you,
sheltering you from
the confusion of dreams
with all i can give,

only to you,
i could.
today you were
so near to tears

feeling it
i wished to take
you out in my arm
to show us the moon

and the tides
rushing in,
going out,
they make all pure

but i could only
make you laugh
for a second or two
and see

that all must be
as it is
now
and all will be good

to break the cage
the walls
only love will do it
not me

only trust
to be free outside
will help,
i hope it is true

and we meet again
from inside
in an embrace
without translation

and run golden fields
under wide and open skies
in the high planes,
on top of the mountains,

sleep near the spring
kissed by wild roses,
tickled by thistles
and woken by goats

i need not tell you
who you are,
walk with me
beyond words

barefoot and a heart
filled with songs
above pain
in a light we know

but now
i hear the seagulls,
hungry souls at night:
take care