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הריצוד
מאת לדו איוו
כל חיים הם טביעת ספינה ואבדן.
כשאנו מגיעים לקצה לשון היבשה
אנו מוצאים רק ים ורוח.
היכןחלומותינו? קרן שמש
תועה נעלמה בין העלים,
בתוכנו היום החוויר.
נתון במצור בידי אור השחר,
מוקף בעצמי, אני לבד
בין נקיקי היבשה וחימת הים.
אור אחרון של חגיגה חותמת,
מרצד הנצח בשעת הבוקר.
והנצח הוא כל מה שנותר לי.
Further downstream things begin to quieten down again as the valley flattens out towards Villeneuve-sur-Lot. Despite unattractive modern suburbs, the town has a decent supply of hotels and restaurants, and with the river sliding through
Rough Guides • The Rough Guide to the Dordogne & the Lot
a river trembles with fear.
She looks back at the path she has traveled,
from the peaks of the mountains,
the long winding road crossing forests and villages.
And in front of her,
she sees an ocean so vast,
that to enter
there seems nothing more than to disappear forever.
But there is no other way.
The river can not go... See more
Awakin.org • Problem in the Now?
Voyage of the Liberdade: A Journey from Brazil to America in a Hand-built Boat
amazon.com
He is to carry the oar, which was his “delivery system” as one who journeyed by ship in his first life.
Richard Rohr • Falling Upward
Walking Back to Earth: The Enduring Appeal of Ancient Pilgrimage as Portal to the Sacred for the Contemporary Seeker
STEBBIN’S GULCH by the randomness of the way the rocks tumbled ages ago the water pours it pours it pours ever along the slant of downgrade dashing its silver thumbs against the rocks or pausing to carve a sudden curled space where the flashing fish splash or drowse while the kingfisher overhead rattles and stares and so it continues for miles this
... See moreMary Oliver • Devotions
In a chill hour they came to the end of the water-course. The banks became moss-grown mounds. Over the last shelf of rotting stone the stream gurgled and fell down into a brown bog and was lost. Dry reeds hissed and rattled though they could feel no wind.