lördag 16 januari 2010

POEM av Rene Daumal

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One cannot stay on the summit forever-

One has to come down again.

So why bother in the first place? Just this.

What is above knows what is below-

But what is below does not know what is above


One climb, one sees-

One descends and sees no longer

But one has seen!


There is an art of conducting one`s self in

The lower regions by the memory of

What one saw higher up.


When one can no longer see,

One does at least still know.

torsdag 7 januari 2010

AGE



Shame on you, sordid Age!
Maker of ugliness.
Age has now trampled down
The form that once had grace.
To live a hundred years
Is not to cheat Decay
That gives quarter to none
And tramples down all things.

SN 48:41