Monday, 24 September 2012

The Birth of Tragedy

And me happiest when I compose poems.
Love, power, the huzza of battle
are something, are much;
yet a poem includes them like a pool
water and reflection.
In me, nature’s divided things—
tree, mould on a tree—
have their fruition;
I am their core. Let them swap,
bandy, like a flame swerve
I am their mouth; as a mouth I serve.

And I observe how the sensual moths
big with odour and sunshine
dart in the perilous shrubbery;
or drop their visiting shadows
upon the garden I one year made
of flowering stone to be a footstool
for the perfect gods
who, friends to the ascending orders,
will sustain this passionate meditation
and call down pardons
for the insurgent blood.

A quiet madman, never far from tears,
I lie like a slain thing
under the green air the trees
inhabit, or rest upon a chair
towards which the inflammable air
tumbles on many robins’ wings;
noting how seasonably
leaf and blossom uncurl
and living things arrange their death,
while someone from afar off
blows birthday candles for the world. 
Artwork by Sawako Yamamoto
Poem by Irving Layton 

Friday, 21 September 2012

On Maturity

Great Spirit

On Breath

The most amazing miracle is the coming and going of this Breath. 

Out of nowhere it comes and to nowhere it goes.

From this breath comes the Gift of Life and Life makes all the other miracles possible. 

You can Be.

You can admire.

You can be thankful that you exist.

You can feel and give kindness.

Prem Rawat

Wednesday, 19 September 2012


Listen to what you know,
Instead of what you fear.

Richard Bach

Friday, 7 September 2012

It is in the Shelter of each other that the people Live.
Irish Proverb

Arrogance makes you strong for the moment, 
Humility brings strength for every moment.