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I Drink No Ordinary Wine

I drink no ordinary wine,
but Wine of Everlasting Bliss,
As I repeat my Mother Kali's name;
It so intoxicates my mind that people take me to be drunk!
First my guru gives molasses for the making of the Wine;
My longing is the ferment to transform it.
Knowledge, the maker of the Wine,
prepares it for me then;
And when it is done,
my mind imbibes it from the bottle of the mantra,
Taking the Mother's name to make it pure.
Drink of this Wine, says Ramprasad,
and the four fruits of life are yours.

by Ramprasad Sen, Indian Sage, 18th century

Idiota

Sabes, podes sempre vasculhar o passado se o presente nao quer ser futuro.

Nem todos os dias sabem a pernas de mosca.

Nao nao,

Nem todos sabem engolir centelhas explosivas, nem todos morrem de medo do céu negro.

Nao nao,

Nem todos inclinam a cabeça quando chove, nem todos levam os cães em cestos de palha.

Nao nao,

Nem todos sabem rectificar a tristeza, nem todos, nao nao.

Pecado

Era uma rapariga singela. Poisei os olhos na pele dela; Reparei que o tempo parou (Ela também) nos seus ombros. Nunca soube da sua graça Mas fez-me perceber: Os ponteiros andarem para trás, Os olhos de Deus, parando, em mim!

Featherweight and plain

Shines hair like the sun

Brings back old typhoons

Like Sky

Knows not where the truth lies

Scares himself from the lanterns

There's a night in the sky

Up ahead

If you just stare

You'll see it coming

Lest there be a carol

Waiting by your side

Bring back your smile

And swallow a hummingbird

Till you can hold it no more

Bring it out alive

Remember

A star that shines

Is like the way of your mind

Bodhisattva Guanyin

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Eyebrows like a crescent moon,

Eyes like a pair of stars,

A jade face full of heavenly happiness,

Scarlet lips making a touch of red.

Her pure bottle of sweet dew is ever full,

The willow twigs in it are always green.

She delivers from the eight disasters,

Saves all living beings,

Great is her compassion.

She stays on Mount Tai,

Lives in the Southern Sea,

Rescues the suffering when she hears their cries,

Never failing to answer every call,

Infinitely divine and miraculous.

Her orchid heart admires the purple bamboo;

Her orchid nature loves the fragant creeper.

She is the merciful ruler of Potaraka Island,

The living Guanyin of the Tide Cave.

Taken from Journey to the West by Wu Cheng´en