Tag Archives: Reality

THE KEEPER OF FLOCKS – XVa

Posted on September 9, 2018 by Fernando Pessoa

These four songs, I wrote them whilst I was sick. Now they are written I no longer think of them. Let us rejoice, if we can, in our sickness, As we may never find her full health, Like those people … Continue reading →

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SEEING OUR WAY

Posted on April 6, 2018 by David Scanlon

Each time we see our way It feels as though we may Steal away to another world Where happiness is unfurled. Leaving our world that may fall A wholeness of being in us all: During our brief moments flight A … Continue reading →

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THE KEEPER OF FLOCKS – XLVI

Posted on March 7, 2018 by Fernando Pessoa

In this way or that way, Conforming to the race but not racing, I am able to at times speak my mind, And at times say evil from the melting pot, I will write my poetry without intention, As if … Continue reading →

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THE KEEPER OF FLOCKS – XXXII

Posted on March 4, 2018 by Fernando Pessoa

Yesterday afternoon a man from the city Spoke outside the tavern door. Spoke to me too. Spoke of justice and the struggle for justice And of the workers who suffer, And the constant work, and those who are hungry, And … Continue reading →

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STOP BEING WHAT YOU ARE NOT

Posted on March 3, 2018 by David Scanlon

Living within the moment, Seeing beyond human fear, Where: the thing is the thing; Joy is seeing you as who you are; Meaning is being and angst. Searching within and without But not wanting anything: for, To be is already … Continue reading →

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