Geremia

Feb 21, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

OUT OF DARK CORNERS

Out of dark corners

I’ve been to dark corners

Filtering light

Hope

Was redemption

Through

Ravaging

Night

There is always an end

To a beginning

And

Each beginning

Ends again

Death

Gives breath

To Living

Out of dark corners

We climb

To Live

Until it is

Our Time

— Geremia, Feb 21, 2009

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Nordic cloud

17 years 3 months ago

The yin and the yang of life

The dark and the light the two sides of all, there is no one without the other - non duality which is the Eastern philosophies way of looking at things and you have drifted like a puff of dust down through the layers of our consciousness sifting the meaning of our existence and non existence so beautifully here. This makes me think of a poem by an Indian woman, I have already quoted her, must find the poem as its so lovely and fits here. Til later Ann of the Nordic snow-scapes, its snowing & snowing & snowing into the blue of the night.

Geremia

17 years 3 months ago

J.B. Longo-GeremiaThank you,

J.B. Longo-Geremia Thank you, Anna dalla Norvegia, for your most beautiful commentary! Warm and sunny in South Florida. Went swimming this morning at 8:00 :) Joe

Nordic cloud

17 years 3 months ago

I wouldn't swop

I love the snow as you see from what I write about nowadays. Wouldn't mind a bathe though. I am glad you liked what I said, I wait for your next entry with ears tuned to your diaphanous thoughts Joe B.Longo-Geremia Ann of Norway.

Nordic cloud

17 years 3 months ago

A quote that fits

p. 72 in Kenzan and his Traditions by Bernard Leach London 1966 " Kenzan's master was Dokusho, a pupil of the famous Chinese Zen priest Ingen who had settled in Nagasaki and attracted many followers. He is said to have come to Japan with nothing but a stick which he was in the habit of using on his students. When Dokusho himself was dying he wrote the following verse:- "The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead, But the reflection of the moon on water Lives. Discover the meeting point and life and death become one." With these words he laughed loud as he sat and passed away on the seventh of July 1694. The man who could do this must have been an enlightened follower of Ingen. I too wold like to die laughing at the absurdity of things. Yours, still not found that wonderful poem, I keep looking. Anna da Norvegia.

Geremia

17 years 3 months ago

J.B. Longo-Geremia AMAZING -- my next entry- tomorrow-- seems to fit the idea of the last message. Thanks for reading me and encouraging me, Anna. JOE

Nordic cloud

17 years 3 months ago

Esha Joshi. "Let all things Sift"

The Indian poetess, I found her:- Let all things sift through the mind like clouds that drift in the sky, undefined - So there will be no thorn of anger, Claw of sorrow, Flower of pleasure, And nothing comes back, Jungle or tide or world, Echo of wolf pack Or song of the song bird - Only an endless flash, Nothing to mould it, Tumult or clash, No gyves to hold it, No gong of memory, No bell of laughter, No less of nectar, No first or after. Esha ringte forresten for noen dager siden. Forbindelsen var ikke veldig bra, men hun er altså still i livet - 101 år gammel! Norwegian friend writes to me sending me the poem. = Esha rang a few days ago. The connection was very bad, but she is still alive - 101yrs old! Quite a lady? The other short bit she wrote that I sent here before was:- Only the oyster knows the pain of it pearl. The poem as promised Longobardolini mi. Ann.

Geremia

17 years 3 months ago

Indian poem

J.B. Longo-Geremia Beautiful! Joe I am shooting for 102! :)

Pen Name

17 years ago

huum!

I see what you mean Joe... AR

Geremia

17 years ago

thank you

J.B. Longo-Geremia All too true-- but there is always the "light." joe