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The Heart of
Herakles
Herakles
Lying under the stars,
In
the summer night,
Late, while the autumn
Constellations climb the
sky,
As the Cluster of Hercules
Falls down the west
I put the telescope
by
and watch Deneb
Move towards the zenith.
My body is asleep.
Only
My eyes and brain are awake.
The stars stand around me
Like gold
eyes, I can no longer
Tell where I begin and leave off.
The faint breeze
in the dark pines,
And the invisible grass,
The tipping earth, the
swarming stars
Have an eye that sees itself.
In
the summer night,
Late, while the autumn
Constellations climb the
sky,
As the Cluster of Hercules
Falls down the west
I put the telescope
by
and watch Deneb
Move towards the zenith.
My body is asleep.
Only
My eyes and brain are awake.
The stars stand around me
Like gold
eyes, I can no longer
Tell where I begin and leave off.
The faint breeze
in the dark pines,
And the invisible grass,
The tipping earth, the
swarming stars
Have an eye that sees itself.
~ Kenneth Rexroth
~
(The Collected Shorter Poems of Kenneth
Rexroth)
Rexroth)
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To find out
what you love to do demands a great deal of intelligence;
what you love to do demands a great deal of intelligence;
because, if
you are afraid of not being able to earn a livelihood,
you are afraid of not being able to earn a livelihood,
or of not
fitting into this rotten society, then you will never find out.
fitting into this rotten society, then you will never find out.
But, if you
are not frightened, if you refuse to be pushed into the
are not frightened, if you refuse to be pushed into the
groove of
tradition by your parents, by your teachers,
tradition by your parents, by your teachers,
by the
superficial demands of society,
superficial demands of society,
then there is
a possibility of discovering what it is you really love to do.
a possibility of discovering what it is you really love to do.
So, to
discover, there must be no fear of not surviving.
discover, there must be no fear of not surviving.
-
Krishnamurti
Krishnamurti
Isn't that so true? The cosmos teaches us such oneness.
