Oct 172008
Living with illness teaches me to listen. It requires the hushing of “doing” and accepting the quiet of “being”. I have learned to listen more closely not only to the voices of others, but to the whisper of my heart and most of all to that which speaks infinite wisdom without saying a word…silence.
Is My Soul Asleep
By, Antonio Machado
(Translated by Robert Bly)
Is my soul asleep?
Have those beehives that work
In the night stopped? And the water-
Wheel of thought, is it
Going around now, cups
Empty, carrying only shadows?
Is my soul asleep?
Have those beehives that work
In the night stopped? And the water-
Wheel of thought, is it
Going around now, cups
Empty, carrying only shadows?
No, my soul is not asleep
It is awake, wide awake.
It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches,
Its eyes wide open
Far-off things, and listens
At the shores of the great silence.
What a profound poem, thank you for sharing it. I have been “fighting” lately, instead of “being” and I needed to hear this. I hope you are beginning to get some relief from your infection. You remain in my thoughts and prayers,
Maureen
Http://Beingchronicallyillisapill.blogspot.com
I hope you are feeling better. That last post made me squirm. Be well! {hugs}