Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

The Meaning

When something is not right, you just know it.
You may be naive or sensitive to call it, yet, 
if it ain't right, you gotta find a way to fix it.

If it's broken physically, perhaps it is easier to, sometimes.
The thing is, you may also break something more fragile, 
something intangible, or something not visible; heart.

When you break a heart, it takes a long time to fix it.
But if you believe in it, you definitely can fix it, and get stronger at it.
Because now it can bear the same pressure. 
It can win. 
It can survive.
It can learn.
It can find a better meaning of life.Yay.

Monday, August 16, 2010

To Music:

Music: breathing of statues. Perhaps:
silence of paintings. You language where all language
ends. You time
standing vertically on the motion of mortal hearts.

Feelings for whom? O you the transformation
of feelings into what? --: into audible landscape.
You stranger: music. You heart-space
grown out of us. The deepest space in us,
which, rising above us, forces its way out,--
holy departure:
when the innermost point in us stands
outside, as the most practiced distance, as the other
side of the air:
pure,
boundless,
no longer habitable.

Rainer Maria Rilke