Author Archives: Margherita Muller

We ordinary people can see neither our own eyelashes, which are so close, nor the heavens in the distance. Likewise, we do not see that the Buddha exists in our own hearts.

If sailor tales to sailor tunes, Storm and adventure, heat and cold If schooners, islands, and maroons, And buccaneers, and buried gold And all the old romance, retold Exactly in the ancient way…  

Why now blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark! The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. Swim as fast as you can.

Full poem here: https://allpoetry.com/And-this-I-dreamt,-and-this-I-dream

Sleep Rita Banerjee What does it mean to be so still? to glide along the ocean floor like some black-tongued electric eel, to burn through marbled gold and green of oceanic things like some compact mass deforming space, time, a … Continue reading →

On his sick-bed, the emperor Tacitus: — the labours of the war he had to wage have overburdened his extreme old age: bed-ridden amid the encampment odious, in wretched Tyana, — so far away. His dear Campania now he contemplates: … Continue reading →