T. S. Eliot – The Hollow Men/Die hohlen Männer/Wydrążeni ludzie

Mistah Kurtz-he dead A penny for the Old Guy I We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats‘ feet over broken glass In our dry cellar Shape without„T. S. Eliot – The Hollow Men/Die hohlen Männer/Wydrążeni ludzie“ weiterlesen

Sakyong Mipham Rinpoche – Goodbye/Żegnaj

Goodbye. That’s my practice Morning, afternoon, evening. “Hello,” is what I say But in reality, I am saying goodbye. Life is a continuum, A practice of saying goodbye: Sometimes a little goodbye Sometimes a big goodbye Sometimes a casual, nonchalant goodbye. We’re always fooling ourselves, Covering up the goodbye with hello. Hello to my face„Sakyong Mipham Rinpoche – Goodbye/Żegnaj“ weiterlesen

from: Carlos Castaneda „The Art of dreaming”

To seek freedom is the only driving force I know. Freedom to fly off into that infinity out there. Freedom to dissolve; to lift off; to be like the flame of a candle, which, in spite of being up against the light of a billion stars, remains intact, because it never pretended to be more„from: Carlos Castaneda „The Art of dreaming”“ weiterlesen