• Red flag

    The people’s flag is deepest red,
    It shrouded oft our martyred dead,
    And ere their limbs grew stiff and cold,
    Their hearts’ blood dyed its ev’ry fold.

    Then raise the scarlet standard high.
    Within its shade we’ll live and die,
    Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
    We’ll keep the red flag flying here.

    Look ’round, the Frenchman loves its blaze,
    The sturdy German chants its praise,
    In Moscow’s vaults its hymns are sung
    Chicago swells the surging throng.

    Then raise the scarlet standard high.
    Within its shade we’ll live and die,
    Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
    We’ll keep the red flag flying here.

    It waved above our infant might,
    When all ahead seemed dark as night;
    It witnessed many a deed and vow,
    We must not change its colour now.

    Then raise the scarlet standard high.
    Within its shade we’ll live and die,
    Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
    We’ll keep the red flag flying here.

    It well recalls the triumphs past,
    It gives the hope of peace at last;
    The banner bright, the symbol plain,
    Of human right and human gain.

    Then raise the scarlet standard high.
    Within its shade we’ll live and die,
    Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
    We’ll keep the red flag flying here.

    It suits today the weak and base,
    Whose minds are fixed on pelf and place
    To cringe before the rich man’s frown,
    And haul the sacred emblem down.

    Then raise the scarlet standard high.
    Within its shade we’ll live and die,
    Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
    We’ll keep the red flag flying here.

    With heads uncovered swear we all
    To bear it onward till we fall;
    Come dungeons dark or gallows grim,
    This song shall be our parting hymn.

    Then raise the scarlet standard high.
    Within its shade we’ll live and die,
    Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
    We’ll keep the red flag flying here.

    ~ Jim Connel(1889)

  • Wandering

    My treasure is the cloud on the peak
    The moon over the valley
    Travelling east or west
    Light and free on the one road
    I don’t know whether I’m on the way
    Or at home.

    ~ Muso Soseki (1275-1351)

  • A life lived later

    The word
    That defines my life:
    Later. Mine has been
    A life that will be lived later.

    ~ Anurag Mathur

  • Lifetimes seldom fill a hundred years

    I live far off in the wild
    Where moss and woods
    Are thick and plants perfumed
    I can see mountains rain or shine
    And never hear market noise
    I light a few leaves in my stove to heat tea
    To patch my robe I cut off a cloud
    Lifetimes seldom fill a hundred years
    Why suffer for profit and fame?

    ~ Stonehouse

  • The Man Watching

    I can tell by the way the trees beat, after
    so many dull days, on my worried windowpanes
    that a storm is coming,
    and I hear the far-off fields say things
    I can’t bear without a friend,
    I can’t love without a sister

    The storm, the shifter of shapes, drives on
    across the woods and across time,
    and the world looks as if it had no age:
    the landscape like a line in the psalm book,
    is seriousness and weight and eternity.

    What we choose to fight is so tiny!
    What fights us is so great!
    If only we would let ourselves be dominated
    as things do by some immense storm,
    we would become strong too, and not need names.

    When we win it’s with small things,
    and the triumph itself makes us small.
    What is extraordinary and eternal
    does not want to be bent by us.
    I mean the Angel who appeared
    to the wrestlers of the Old Testament:
    when the wrestler’s sinews
    grew long like metal strings,
    he felt them under his fingers
    like chords of deep music.

    Whoever was beaten by this Angel
    (who often simply declined the fight)
    went away proud and strengthened
    and great from that harsh hand,
    that kneaded him as if to change his shape.
    Winning does not tempt that man.
    This is how he grows: by being defeated, decisively,
    by constantly greater beings.

    ~ Rainer Maria Rilke

  • leave the world behind

    I’ve left the world far behind,
    My robe is covered with moss;
    A small bundle of firewood burns,
    Brightening the night.

    ~ Ryokan (1758-1831)

  • Moon rises slowly

    The moon rises slowly over the highest peak;
    I stand there quietly for a long time and
    My robe becomes moist with dew.
    ~ Ryokan (1758-1831)

  • see truth face to face

    Do not accept anything simply
    Because it has been said
    By your teacher,
    Or because it has been written
    In your sacred book,
    Or because it has been
    Believed by many,
    Or because it has been
    Handed down by your
    Ancestors.
    Accept and live only
    According to what will enable
    You to see truth face to face.
    ~ Buddha

  • boundless mind

    You do not need to contemplate
    your action and to purify your mind.
    Let your mind be boundless
    and without any obstruction.
    ~ Fa-yung (593-657)

  • The Pretender

    Keep you in the dark
    You know they all pretend
    Keep you in the dark
    And so it all began

    Send in your skeletons
    Sing as their bones come marching in…again
    They need you buried deep
    The secrets that you keep are at the ready
    Are you ready?
    I’m finished making sense
    Done pleading ignorance
    That whole…defense

    Spinning infinity, boy
    The wheel is spinning me
    It’s never-ending, never-ending
    Same old story

    What if I say I’m not like the others?
    What if I say I’m not just another one of your plays
    You’re the pretender
    What if I say I will never surrender?

    What if I say I’m not like the others?
    What if I say I’m not just another one of your plays
    You’re the pretender
    What if I say that I’ll never surrender?

    In time our soul untold
    I’m just another soul for sale… oh, well
    The page is out of print
    We are not permanent
    We’re temporary, temporary
    Same old story

    What if I say I’m not like the others?
    What if I say I’m not just another one of your plays
    You’re the pretender
    What if I say that I’ll never surrender?

    What if I say I’m not like the others?
    What if I say I’m not just another one of your plays
    You’re the pretender
    What if I say I will never surrender?

    I’m the voice inside your head
    You refuse to hear
    I’m the face that you have to face
    Mirrored in your stare
    I’m what’s left, I’m what’s right
    I’m the enemy
    I’m the hand that will take you down
    Bring you to your knees

    So who are you?
    Yeah, who are you?
    Yeah, who are you?
    Yeah, who are you?

    Keep you in the dark
    You know they all pretend

    What if I say I’m not like the others?
    What if I say I’m not just another one of your plays
    You’re the pretender
    What if I say that I’ll never surrender?

    What if I say I’m not like the others?
    What if I say I’m not just another one of your plays
    You’re the pretender
    What if I say that I’ll never surrender?

    What if I say I’m not like the others?
    (Keep you in the dark)
    What if I say I’m not just another one of your plays
    (You know they all… pretend)
    You’re the pretender
    What if I say I will never surrender?

    What if I say I’m not like the others?
    (Keep you in the dark)
    What if I say I’m not just another one of your plays
    (You know they all… pretend)
    You’re the pretender
    What if I say I will never surrender?

    So who are you?
    Yeah, who are you?
    Yeah, who are you?

    ~ lyrics from the Foo Fighters