African Congo Drum Music - Sounds of Enchantment
lost
in a necropolis
of words
my Heart
finds
refuge
in the utterances
of Aliveness
© Marie Bortolotto 2024
April 30, 2024
April 26, 2024
April 25, 2024
Possibilities
© Marie Bortolotto 2024
Your gift rests
with the Page of Cups,
a lowly
tarot
messenger.
What will you make of it?
Such a long journey
home
drifting
in
streams
of
marauding
crocodiles,
you wash-up,
suddenly,
on
a
sandbank
of
honey.
Sit
and
feast.
Don''t rush!
Write
sonnets
to
invisible
lovers.
Allow
time
to swallow you
whole
into
a new
landscape
of possibilities.
April 24, 2024
April 16, 2024
from Daughters of Emptiness: Poems of Chinese Buddhist Nuns
Living in Seclusion, Sitting in Silence
Living in seclusion, one can simply do as one
pleases,
With a single text, one can forget oneself for
a while.
The daylight hours—how much time is there
really?
Why then do I not exert myself?
Although the ancients are long gone,
their wisdom must still be grasped.
From the empty eaves, water keeps on
dripping,
From the censer, ashes fall marking the time.
This mood always brings me great pleasure,
As with both hands, I clasp my book tightly.
What a pity it is that ordinary people of the world
know not this intimacy with the words of
the wise!
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