I was supposed to go out with friends, but having worked late, I didn’t feel like it; so instead, I thought, let’s post a French love poem, that could put me in the right mood…
The thing is, I couldn’t find a translation I liked, the meaning was lost, no feeling… and I don’t dare to translate myself, … it could be deforming it…
So now what?
I found this wonderful love poem by Maya Angelou to avoid any embarrassment with the language.
"We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.
We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free."
I am going through a phase where I fall into Einstein’s quotes that seem to make a lot of sense in my everyday life. This one for example:
“Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results”.
The way I understand it, it is important to have a goal, but to be flexible as to the means to reach it. If I want to go to the city center and there is a problem with the tube, I might take the bus. Or a bicycle. I don’t need to change my destination.
At the same time, I might do the same thing again and again because of something that has been hurtful in the past and I am conditioned to replay the same ritual. If I was hurt in one way, I don’t need to repeat the scene that hurt in the past, because this is the only thing I know. It won’t go away in this way. I need to realize I have been hurt, and forgive, let it go, or do something to help other people to take a different path, or cope with it 🙂
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