we chanted 3 really loud Oms
followed by the 3 most delicate and quiet Oms we had
it was interesting how it was much easier
to almost 'scream' the Oms than to chant them
gently, kindly...
the whole class shared the same feeling
the chanting experiment reminded me of
a piece of lyrics from an old The Smitsh's song:
I Know It's over
i am not sure why, but a sentence from it
ot stuck in my head a long time ago,
'It takes guts to be gentle and kind'
maybe 'cause i used to listen that CD endlessly,
The Queen is Dead
and Morrissey's lyrics/singing
make each song an unforgettable piece
like on this one
It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes strength to be gentle and kind
...
It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes guts to be gentle and kind
a superb piece of some indie alternative rock philosophy?
sure a very Zen and enlightened sentence
full of an aloof dignity that conveys
one to feel at peace, no matter what
well, it does that for me
so, when i am mad sometimes
and i wanna scream, or 'renegade'
about life, complain to myself
on one of those sulky states
i sing to myself...
It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes guts to be gentle and kind
and in my head, of course i hear Morrissey voice
not mine
and tonight was not the case
i was not angry, and not mad
on the contrary
but the chanting experiment reminded
of the strength that quietness requires
&
maybe, next time you are mad
you can sing it along too
and transform the rage into forgiveness
and the sadness into hope
the song is actually about a lost love
a desperate broken-heart song
but that's not the reason why i think of it
it's only the It takes guts to be gentle and kind
part, that got stuck
but when i repeat it
the Oms roll quieter, smoother, and kinder
like a wave done with her duty
and gently retrieving to el mar
unwinding this week, for a Holiday weekend
i get ready with
a small beer, a pillow, and good sweet nights
5 comments:
Bonjour Berenice,
Your post reminds me a little poem from Bertold Brecht "Die Maske des Bösen". Here you have it in English translation.
The Mask Of Evil by Bertolt Brecht
On my wall hangs a Japanese carving,
The mask of an evil demon, decorated with gold lacquer.
Sympathetically I observe
The swollen veins of the forehead, indicating
What a strain it is to be evil.
Well, I prefer it in its German original.
Die Maske des Bösen
An meiner Wand hängt eine japanische Holzmaske
Maske eines bösen Dämons, bemalt mit Goldlack
Mitfühlend sehe ich
Die geschwollenen Stirnadern, andeutend
Wie anstrengend es ist, böse zu sein.
Hope all this will not give a splitting headache. Have a good weekend.
Georg
herr Georg, wonderful poem indeed, thank you for sharing... and NO didn't get a headache...
loved the subtle words and Vielen Dank an der English translation, my German is fading lately... schnell schnell!
Hallo Berenice,
Glad to hear you appreciate this poem.
Corona Beer is even sold here, in Central France. It is the preferred brand of the last President, Jacques Chirac. Wherever he went, they presented him with a crate of the stuff.
Om mani padme hum. I've been in the Himalayas where they always mumble this instead of "Ave Maria" like here. As far as I could find out it did not do them much good but seems to alleviate the misery of which they have plenty.
As a friend of mine once told me Yoga is very good for you especially if you don't need it. Ha, ha, ha.
Georg
ahhh herr Georg, didn't know that Corona was that popular in France, and Chirac likes it too, there most be something right with the man
ah!! so you think the Oms aren't healing, oh well, better than screaming i guess...
and your comment in the Yoga, so funny and true!! most of the people i see at my studio seem to be middle or upper class not very stressed about life anyways... so i guess, yes, in the US most of yogis are a luxury more than a necessity... it does help though! heh heh
Hi Berenice,
Just to tell you "screaming is good for you, too". Just scream as loud as you can, very helpful.
In Brussels I have a friend who screams who screams on top of his voice, in his car, windows open. Drivers in other cars and people on the side walk always look around, excited. Because they hear the sound but are unable to say where it comes from. Good recreation.
Georg
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