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In our souls…

Gill Washington Antonio Machado, Poems, Spirituality , , , 0 Comment

By Antonio Machado

In our souls everything
moves guided by a mysterious hand.
We know nothing of our own souls
that are ununderstandable and say nothing.

The deepest words
of the wise man teach us
the same as the whistle of the wind when it blows
or the sound of the water when it is flowing.

Quoted in The Enlightened Heart, edited by Stephen Mitchell

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Shake hands, we shall never be friends

Gill Washington A. E. Housman, Poems, Spirituality , , , 0 Comment

From: More Poems XXX

By A. E. Housman

Shake hands, we shall never be friends, all’s over;
I only vex you the more I try.
All’s wrong that ever I’ve done or said,
And nought to help it in this dull head:
Shake hands, here’s luck, good-bye.

But if you come to a road where danger
Or guilt or anguish or shame’s to share,
Be good to the lad that loves you true
And the soul that was born to die for you,
And whistle and I’ll be there.

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