An old Swedish spell, from over 1000 years ago.
Dave rode across a bridge.
When he came to Tive Wood
his horse tripped over a root,
twisted a foot.
Odin came by:
“I will cure the twist
of bone, flesh and limb.
Your foot will not ache
and never more break.”
Solomon ibn Gabirol, (1021-1055)
My heart thinks as the sun comes up
That what it does is wise;
As earth borrows its light,
as pledge it takes the stars.
By Oreruravanar, in India approximately 2000 years ago.
Her arms have the beauty
of a gently moving bamboo.
Her eyes are full of peace.
She is faraway,
her place not easy to reach.
My heart is frantic with haste,
a plowman with a single ox
on land all wet
and ready to seed.
From 9th Century China, by Tu Mu
Snowy coats and snowy crests and beaks of blue jade
Flock above the fish in the brook and dart at their own shadows,
In startled flight show up far back against the green hills,
The blossoms of a whole pear tree shed by the evening wind.
Vladimir Holan, a 20th Century Czech writer who had a flair for the. . . short and sweet.
A melting icicle, a leaking tap,
counting drops of medicine.
Tibet sees by water. We by tears.
Toltec, circa 1450AD
The artist: disciple, abundant, multiple, restless.
The true artist: capable, practicing, skillful;
maintains dialogue with his heart, meets things with his mind.
The true artist: draws out all from his heart,
works with delight, makes things with calm, with sagacity,
works like a true Toltec, composes his objects, works dexterously, invents;
arranges materials, adorns them, makes them adjust.
The carrion artist: works at random, sneers at the people,
makes things opaque, brushes across the surface of the face of things,
works without care, defrauds people, is a thief.
Thomas Lovell Beddoes (1803-1849)
As mad sexton’s bell, tolling
For earth’s loveliest daughter
Night’s dumbness breaks rolling
So our boat breaks the water
As her look the dream troubles
Of her tearful-eyed lover,
So our sails in the bubbles
Are mirrored, and hover