Thursday, January 27, 2022

When Passion Does Not Need to Turn to Love, but Becomes the Wound Through Where Gratitude Finds You

 


“Some people are like a bad oyster” I was once told “no matter how many times they get into hot waters, they never open up.”

A comment I got for my last posting  (https://vahezen.blogspot.com/2022/01/love-is-only-freedom-from-attachment.html  read:

“it reminds me of the music of Vladimir Cosma and the lyrics of Norman Cimbel performed by a Greek singer”

I am not sure, but perhaps it is a reference to “The Power of Love” sang, among many others, by Nana Mouskouri since 1984. Interestingly, during many of my challenging times, I listened to the Spanish songs that Mouskouri so beautifully sang. Her crystalline voice and pragmatic attitude gave me hope.

And that took me to Rumi, a poet philosopher who has touched my mind in his seemingly straightforward lines.

The wound is the place where the light enters you

Sure, light is part of enlightment, yet I am not sure it does anything to the wound.  Even a closed wound is not necessarily healed. That is a reminder that sometimes I have cherished, but never forgotten.

“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.”

Am I wise now? And if I change myself, would the wounds disappear?

 

… I thought about two photos I took in Portugal. The one on the top of this page is from Oporto. Early morning shot of the beach. Many footprints there, but the man is walking alone. His head down.

Another photo from Portugal, this time from Nazaré – many footprints there too but the man is not alone.

Or is he?

 


Both of these photos have been published in books, but that means less to me than what they mean.

… Among the emails I got about the poem I posted one read:

“Too short. I was looking for lengthy reflections on the topic.”

 

I leave the reflections to the readers.

 

January 27, 2022

©Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2022

Saturday, January 22, 2022

Love is the Only Freedom from Attachment. When You Love Everything, You Are Attached to Nothing (Mikhail Naimy)

 



 

Beauty

It is not in what

We see

 

As passion

Turns to love

Sometimes

 

And yet

In what

We overlook

 

Dependency

Finds

Love

 

Taken

For

Granted

 


January 22, 2022

©Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2022


Mikhail Naimy . "The Book of Mirdad: The strange story of a monastery which was once called The Ark" 2011.

Tuesday, January 11, 2022

Silence of the Deep

 



 

 

Sunken ships do not float again

At low tide

 

And yet

The winds they once

Harnessed

 

Upon

All seas

Remain

As storms

Or soft zephyr

 

Sunken ships do not float again

At full moon

 

But deep in darkness

And silence

They still dream

Of open

Seas

 

And bathe

In

Stardust

 

January 11, 2022

© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2022