Then a lawyer said, "But what of our Laws, master? " And he answered: You delight in laying down laws, Yet you delight more in breaking them. Like children playing by the ocean who build sand-towers with constancy and then destroy them with laughter. But while you build your sand-towers the ocean brings more sand to the shore, And when you destroy them, the ocean laughs with you. Verily the ocean laughs always with the innocent. But what of those to whom life is not an ocean, and man-made laws are not sand-towers, But to whom life is a rock, and the law a chisel with which they would carve it in their own likeness? What of the cripple who hates dancers? What of the ox who loves his yoke and deems the elk and deer of the forest stray and vagrant things? What of the old serpent who cannot shed his skin, and calls all others naked and shameless? And of him who comes early to the wedding-feast, and when over-fed and tired goes his way saying that all feasts are violation and all feasters law-breakers? What shall I say of these save that they too stand in the sunlight, but with their backs to the sun? They see only their shadows, and their shadows are their laws. And what is the sun to them but a caster of shadows? And what is it to acknowledge the laws but to stoop down and trace their shadows upon the earth? But you who walk facing the sun, what images drawn on the earth can hold you? You who travel with the wind, what weathervane shall direct your course? What man's law shall bind you if you break your yoke but upon no man's prison door? What laws shall you fear if you dance but stumble against no man's iron chains? And who is he that shall bring you to judgment if you tear off your garment yet leave it in no man's path? People of Orphalese, you can muffle the drum, and you can loosen the strings of the lyre, but who shall command the skylark not to sing ?
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach, when feeling out of sight for the ends of Being and Ideal Grace. I love thee fo the levei of everyday's most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise; I love thee with the passion put fo use in my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith; I love thee with a love I seemed fo lose with my lost saints, - I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God, choose, I shall but love thee better affer death.
Picture and book remain, An acre of green grass For air and exercise, Now strength of body goes; Midnight, an old house Where nothing stirs but a mouse.
My temptation is quiet. Here at life 's end Neither loose imagination, Nor the mill of the mind Consuming its rag and bone, Can make the truth known.
Grant me an old man's frenzy, Myself must I remake Till I am Timon and Lear Or that William Blake Who beat upon the wall Till Truth obeyed his call;
A mind Michael Angelo knew That can pierce the clouds, Or inspired by frenzy Shake the dead in their shrouds; Forgotten else by mankind, An old man's eagle mind.
The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves, The brilliant moon and all the milky sky, And all that famous harmony of leaves, Had blotted out man's image and his cry.
A girl arose that had red mournful lips And seemed the greatness of the world in tears, Doomed like Odysseus and the labouring ships And proud as Priam murdered with his peers;
Arose, and on the instant clamorous eaves, A climhing moon upon an empty sky, And all that lamentation of the leaves, Could but compose man's image and his cry.
Life is like a river runs up to the sea, the sea of yourself the sea of your heart, the sea of your love.
Run run never stop is not easy is not simple don't be afraid, without aims, without thoughts, the sea is around the corner, follow the river.
Everything runs without time, everything the river brings away, live, live, live your life like a river of emotions, sensations and colours without fears to loose yourself.
No fears, no worries, love the breath of the air, deep in the blue of the sky, ride the rainbow of your emotions, feel the scent of life, and like
Water, is taught by thirst. Land - by the Ocean passed. Transport - by throe - Peace - by its battles told Love, by Memorial Mold - Birds, by the Snow.
L'acqua è insegnata dalla sete. La terra, dagli oceani traversati. La gioia, dal travaglio. La pace, dai racconti di battaglia. L'amore da un'impronta di memoria. Gli uccelli, dalla neve.