Pubblicato in: Digressioni

Everything must change

Everything must change
Nothing remains the same
Everyone must change
No one and nothing remains the same

Young becomes old
Oh oh, mysteries do unfold
‘Cause that’s the way of time
Nothing and no one remains the same

There is so little in life you can be sure of
Except the rain comes from the clouds
Sunlight from the sky
And hummingbirds do fly

Young becomes old
And mysteries do unfold
That’s the way of time
Nothing, no one remains unchanged

There are so little things, so few things in life you can be sure of
Except rain comes from the clouds
Sunlight from the sky
And hummingbirds do fly
Everything must change
Everything, everything must change

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Pubblicato in: Digressioni, Poesia

Le ali

La tua mano si apre e si chiude, si apre e si chiude,

se ci fosse sempre un pugno o una mano aperta, sarebbe paralizzata.

La tua presenza più profonda è in ogni piccola contrazione ed espansione,

entrambe meravigliosamente bilanciate e coordinate come le ali di un uccello.

Rumi, poeta persiano del XIII secolo