Is my soul asleep?
Have those beehives that work
in the night stopped? And the water-
wheel of thought, is it
going around now, cups
empty, carrying only shadows?
No, my soul is not asleep.
It is awake, wide awake.
It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches,
its eyes wide open
far-off things, and listens
at the shores of the great silence.
translated by Robert Bly
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
SHADES OF ESTHER….AT Hortus Closus _!!! GOOD POETRY…WITH MYSTERIOUS ELEMENTS!
Thank you for the reblog.
My pleasure…and of my blog readers, too!
So glad it is awake…its snoring kept me awake last night! 😀
Yours snores? Sorry to hear that.
In tune with me! 🙂
Call yourselves The Soul Brothers or Soul Mates and try for a recording contract.Big things are possible.
I think I’ll stick with my mouth trumpet or gargling a tune or two. My soul is rather too attached to be a separate band member.