Thursday, December 14, 2006
2 from Machado
In our soul everything moves guided by a mysterious hand: ununderstandable, not speaking, we know nothing of our own souls. The deepest words of the wise teach us the same as the whistle of the wind when it blows, or the sound of the water when it is flowing.
Corridors of the soul! The soul that is like a young woman! You clear light and the brief history and the joy of a new life... Oh turn and be born again, and walk the road, and find once more the lost path! And turn and feel in our own hand the warmth of the good hand of our mother...And walk through life in dreams out of love of the hand that leads us.
translated by Robert Bly
Posted by Grant Bishop at 11:37 AM