I now choose:
this steadfast commitment
to a life of wisdom,
this relentless search
for proper engagement and detachment,
this healthy custom
of cultivating my inner garden.
In whatever circumstance,
in every place and moment.
In this one my only life,
I already made my choice.
a timid winter Sun sets
over a thousand years ruins
once mighty monument
now rubble and dust
as I walk back to my path
I shiver at the thought
of the hubris and wrath
these old stones did command
now conquered by the bush
while the suffering and pain
went lost in the haze of time
I cannot help but reflect
how much of today’s sweat and stress
are already condemned
to become future rubble and ruins
I didn’t notice autumn coming
but all of a sudden
I find myself walking and cycling
over dancing dry red yellow leaves
among pine and spruce evergreen
or ancient gray rocks shaped by ice
among blue green choppy lakes
in rain or wind
during strangely warm days
or frost laden nights
when through thin cirrus clouds
the square of Pegasus shines
You brother, you teacher,
you brave heart, mind and soul!
Why did you stay when you knew well
they would burn you at the stake?
For speaking out loud,
standing up and showing to the world,
the bottomless depths of your thoughts,
those precious insights
that the centuries proved right.
Those shattering new ideas,
that the dark priests could not hear.
You shook down their house of cards,
you disarmed their castle of power and lies.
Why, my dear friend, did you choose to stay?
Confronting them up for your words,
for the beautiful fruit of your thoughts.
Oh! my brother, you valued truth so much more
than all the prudence in the world.
You die wrapped in rope, your tongue bond
while the empty souls shamelessly looked on.
May we never forget you,
because so little has changed,
with all these new old priests
still bustling around,
your example and pride
will forever be
a beacon of light and insight.
Ode to Giordano Bruno
only outside equilibrium
beyond the foreseeable and certain
can something new and surprising
come into life and existence
(paraphrasing a passage in Malicorne, by Hubert Reeves)
already high in the sky
let your light and warmth
inspire me today
to care and bear fruit
to let pass and forgive
to only act and manifest
out of a deliberate attitude
rooted in deep reflection
and a heart of love
that remains calm,
positive and wise.
It is no secret at this point
that every single tumble on my way
offers opportunities to learn and grow.
But what then about those cracks,
indelibly imprinted upon us
by these experiences in life?
Should we rejoice or mourn?
Speechless and clueless,
contemplating nuggets and fissures,
I catch glimpses of truths and answers,
lingering long on faint fleeting hints,
about living having a price,
and wherever this wonderful life leads
it has anyhow to be lived.