April 2015

"The Monk and the Spider"


Once upon a time, there was a monk who had trouble meditating. Whenever he tried going into meditation, a giant spider would appear. No matter what he did, he could not get rid of it.

At his wit's end, the monk sought help from his master. The master instructed him to prepare a brush at his side for the next attempt. When the spider appeared again, he was to use the brush to draw a circle on it.

The monk followed these instructions and attempted meditation. Sure enough, the giant spider came back. The monk followed the plan and drew a circle on the monster. As soon as he did so, the spider disappeared, and he was able to resume meditation in peace.

Sir Alfred Lord Tennyson's "In Memorium" Sir Alfred Lord Tennyson's "In Memorium"

I sometimes hold it half a sin
To put in words the grief I feel;
For words, like Nature, half reveal
And half conceal the Soul within.

But, for the unquiet heart and brain,
A use in measured language lies;
The sad mechanic exercise,
Like dull narcotics, numbing pain

In words, like weeds, I wrap me o’er
Like coarsest cloths against the cold:
But that large grief which these enfold
Is given in outline and no more

"UNENDING LOVE" by Rabindranath Tagore

“Aubrey Hepburn Detail” - by Olivia Onwuka

by Rabindranath Tagore

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,
Its ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers, shared in the same
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
And the songs of every poet past and forever.


This poem is posted in honor of Audrey Hepburn and her long-term humanitarian and developmental assistance to children and mothers in developing countries.


"SEASONAL LOVE" by Rebecca Braun

by Rebecca Braun

Fresh and new,
flowering Love’s view
with growing buds,
flourishing leaves
and trees,
I saw Spring in you.

Skin flushed and burned,
fiery kisses returned
from hot moist air,
sun bleached hair,
Summer looked good on you.

Leaves tumbled and rolled,
chilling winds
took their toll
on auburn hearts,
bleeding and breaking apart,
Autumn said good-bye to you.

Now frozen nights
drag on and on,
lonely silence
in the cold grey dawn.
Love buried
beneath miles of ice
and snow,
there is no surviving Winter
without you.
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