Journey Into The
Forest of Being
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The Wind, One Brilliant Day
-Antonio Machado
The wind, one brilliant day, called
to my soul with an odor of jasmine.
“In return for the odor of my jasmine,
I’d like all the odor of your roses.”
“I have no roses; all the flowers
in my garden are dead.”
“Well then, I’ll take the withered petals
and the yellow leaves and
the waters of the fountain.”
the wind left. And I wept.
And I said to myself:
“What have you done with the garden
that was entrusted to you?”
U.G. Krishnamurti
You can have the courage to climb the mountain, swim the lakes, go on a raft to the other side of the Atlantic or Pacific.
That any fool can do, but the courage to be on your own, to stand on your two solid feet, is something which cannot be given by somebody.
ee cummings
As far as I am concerned, poetry and every other art is and was and forever will be strictly and distinctively a question of individuality.
If poetry were anything-like dropping an atom bomb-which anyone did, anyone could become a poet just by doing the necessary anything;
whatever that necessary anything might or might not entail.
But (as it happens) poetry is being, not doing.
If you wish to follow, even at a distance, the poet’s calling (and here, as always, I speak from my own totally biased and entirely personal point of view), you’ve got to come out of the measurable doing universe into the immeasurable house of being.
I am quite aware that, wherever our so-called civilization has slithered, there’s every reward and no punishment for unbeing. But if poetry is your goal, you’ve got to forget all about punishments and all about rewards and all about self-styled obligations and duties and responsibilities etcetera
ad infinitum and remember one thing only: that it’s you-nobody else-who determine your destiny and decide your fate.
Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
Toms can be Dicks and Dicks can be Harrys, but none of them can ever be you.
There’s the artist’s responsibility; and the most awful responsibility on Earth.
If you can take it, take it -and be.
If you can’t, cheer up and go about other peoples business
and do (or undo) till you drop.