Walk like a river, don't stop like a lake, don't limit your desires, now the flight of the birds of desires is left, do you care, the whole world is still left for you.
Many will test your patience Your silence will be taken as your weakness Still the flame behind the silence is left Do you care the whole world is still left
Success achieved without hard work is brass. Flame from inside, cool from outside, now gold has yet to become kundan, do you care, the whole world is yet to come
Whatever you have thought, understand, you have achieved, you have taken a step towards success, now the top of success is yet to be bowed down, do you care, the whole world is still left.
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A Flower Song
Apparently the Aztecs, Toltecs, Chichimecs and other Mexica were crazy about poetry. Despite the book-burning, slaughter, and epidemics that characterized the early stages of the Spanish conquest of the empires of Mexico, some hundreds of poems from the height of their tradition come down to us in Classical Nahuatl, preserved by Nahua and Spanish scholars of the 16th century. One of the most famous poets, Nezahualcoyotl, was a sage-king who opposed the cult of human sacrifice associated with Tezcatlipoca, God of the Smoking Mirror, and favored Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent. Flowers and feathers were the favorite offering of the Plumed Serpent. Moreover, flowers and feathers are a metaphor for poetry. Individual words, scattered petals, the down of tropical birds. The temples of blood sacrifice could be transformed into temples of flower and song. A sublimated offering to the Heart of Earth and the Heart of Sky encapsulated in the Classical Nahuatl kenning for poetry: in xōchitl in cuīcatl, meaning, "the flower and the song." The following poem is part of a longer work, and is in a state of flux, so take the waters as they flow:
By Rob Angeli7 days ago in Poets
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