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Thursday, September 11, 2025

"To touch ...."


 

To touch the cup with eager lips and taste,

not drain it;

To woo and tempt and court a bliss – and

not attain it;

To fondle and caress a joy, yet hold it lightly,

Lest it become a necessity and cling too

tightly;

To watch the sun set in the west withoutbuffy

regretting;

To hail its advent in the east – the night

forgetting;

To smother care in happiness and grief in

laughter;

To hold the present close – not questioning

hereafter;

To have enough to share – to know the joy 

of giving;

To thrill with all the sweets of life – is living.


Anonymous





Sunday, September 7, 2025

"Ithaca"


 Ithaca


When you set out on your journey to Ithaca,
pray that the road is long,
full of adventure, full of knowledge.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the angry Poseidon – do not fear them:
You will never find such as these on your path,
if your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine
emotion touches your spirit and your body.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the fierce Poseidon you will never encounter,
if you do not carry them within your soul,
if your soul does not set them up before you.


Pray that the road is long.
That the summer mornings are many, when,
with such pleasure, with such joy
you will enter ports seen for the first time;
stop at Phoenician markets,
and purchase fine merchandise,
mother-of-pearl and coral, amber, and ebony,
and sensual perfumes of all kinds,
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
visit many Egyptian cities,
to learn and learn from scholars.


Always keep Ithaca on your mind.
To arrive there is your ultimate goal.
But do not hurry the voyage at all.
It is better to let it last for many years;
and to anchor at the island when you are old,
rich with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches.


Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage.
Without her you would have never set out on the road.
She has nothing more to give you.


And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not deceived you.
Wise as you have become, with so much experience,
you must already have understood what these Ithacas mean.


Constantine P Cavafy



Tuesday, February 18, 2025

A Song for Me

 * Tears Allowed *





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A Song for Me



Give me a song

A song to keep

Sung high when I’m high

Sung low when I’m low


Give me a song

A song to call my own

when shadows fall

when daylight breaks

A song for every bone in me.



Thursday, December 26, 2024

That Which Beckons

 * Keep a Star, Somewhere *



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That Which Beckons



The sea before me

beckons


Loving arms 

Reach to halt the move

bring the sea to shore

only to watch it withdraw


The raft you build

Will float with me

even as I soak


Solitude on the high sea

Winds and waves to contend

Stars to dream

Echoes of love to steer


And I will be back

with the raft

you build.



Sunday, December 8, 2024

For an Afternoon Nap

 *Life's Still a Basket of Longans*




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For an Afternoon Nap



The thunderstorm brings no relief,

Neither does the swaying traveller’s palm


Take a book

Lull on waves of oldies


Lullaby for an oldie

And sleep

sinks like an old coconut

six inches into the mud.