As you set out for Ithaka

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As you set out for Ithaka
hope the voyage is a long one,
full of adventure, full of discovery.
Laistrygonians and Cyclops,
angry Poseidon—don’t be afraid of them:
you’ll never find things like that on your way
as long as you keep your thoughts raised high,
as long as a rare excitement
stirs your spirit and your body.
Laistrygonians and Cyclops,
wild Poseidon—you won’t encounter them
unless you bring them along inside your soul,
unless your soul sets them up in front of you.
 
Hope the voyage is a long one.
May there be many a summer morning when,
with what pleasure, what joy,
you come into harbors seen for the first time;
may you stop at Phoenician trading stations
to buy fine things,
mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
sensual perfume of every kind—
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
and may you visit many Egyptian cities
to gather stores of knowledge from their scholars.
 
Keep Ithaka always in your mind.
Arriving there is what you are destined for.
But do not hurry the journey at all.
Better if it lasts for years,
so you are old by the time you reach the island,
wealthy with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting Ithaka to make you rich.
 
Ithaka gave you the marvelous journey.
Without her you would not have set out.
She has nothing left to give you now.
 
And if you find her poor, Ithaka won’t have fooled you.
Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,
you will have understood by then what these Ithakas mean.
 

C.P. Cavafy

Translated by Edmund Keeley/Philip Sherrard

http://www.cavafy.com/poems/content.asp?cat=1&id=74

a fine mingling of letting go ... and

At the end of the day ... I move a seashell from one jar to another - and also write some gratitudes ... and something I sincerely wish to let go ... I sleep soundly ....!

At the close of day  .... move a seashell .... and write gratitudes and slips to let go .... we only have today ....  

At the close of day  .... move a seashell .... and write gratitudes and slips to let go ....

we only have today ....  

Consider this: "All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on." -Havelock Ellis

 

In the wave-strike over unquiet stones

In the wave-strike over unquiet stones
the brightness bursts and bears the rose
and the ring of water contracts to a cluster
to one drop of azure brine that falls.
O magnolia radiance breaking in spume,
magnetic voyager whose death flowers
and returns, eternal, to being and nothingness:
shattered brine, dazzling leap of the ocean.
Merged, you and I, my love, seal the silence
while the sea destroys its continual forms,
collapses its turrets of wildness and whiteness,
because in the weft of those unseen garments
of headlong water, and perpetual sand,
we bear the sole, relentless tenderness.

Pablo Neruda

 

I miss the ocean here inland .... 

Glorious August

Without humidity - how different Maryland is with "Canadian air" ! Sunflowers, butterflies, light background sound of crickets. Finished applying Cabot Semi Solid stain/seal "Milkweed" tint,   to my studio ... plus cleaned up 40 year old trim from a friend's cottage. It will live again on the gable ....

Click on the photo below ...  to view Gallery for today Sunday August 25.