A blog to lend us comfort and joy as we face each day.

The breeze at dawn
has secret to tell you.

Don't go back to sleep.

You must ask for
what you really desire.

Don't go back to sleep.

People are going back and forth
across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.

The door is round and open.

Don't go back to sleep.

Jelal'uddin Rumi
1207-1273

Early morning mist.

Early morning mist.
Phtograph taken in Greenwood Township, Columbia County, Pennsylvania.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

"Remordimiento" or "Remorse" by Juan Ramon Jimenez


Le tapari el tiempo
con rosas, porque no
recordara.

Una rosa distinta,
da una imprevista majia,
sobre cada hora solitaria de oro
o sombra,
hueco propicio a las memorias trajicas.

Que, como entre divinas
y alegres
enredaderas rosas, granas, blancas,
que no dejaran sitio a lo pasado,
se le enredara,
con el cuerpo,
el alma.


Time must have covered it over
with roses so
it would not be remembered.

One particular rose,
that has an unexpected magic,
on top of each lonely hour of gold
or shadows,
a place just right to hold painful memories.

So that among the divine
and joyful
climbing roses, scarlet, white,
which would leave no room for the past,
the soul would be
wound into
the body.

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