“Existence is not a problem to be solved, it is a mystery to be lived. And you should be perfectly aware what the difference is between a mystery and a problem. A problem is something created by the mind; a mystery is something which is there, not created by the mind. A problem has an ugliness in it, like disease. A mystery is beautiful. With a problem, immediately a fight arises. You have to solve it; something is wrong, you have to put it right; something is missing, you have to supply the missing link. With a mystery there is no question like that. The moon arises in the night…. It is not a problem, it is a mystery. You have to live with it. You have to dance with it. You have to sing with it, or you can be just silent with it. Something mysterious surrounds you.”
Pe spate ne-am întins în iarbă: tu şi eu.
Văzduh topit ca ceara-n arşiţa de soare
curgea de-a lungul peste mirişti ca un râu.
Tăcere apăsătoare stăpânea pământul
şi-o întrebare mi-a căzut în suflet până-n fund.
N-avea să-mi spună
nimic pământul? Tot pământu-acesta
neindurător de larg şi-ucigător de mut,
Ca să-l aud mai bine mi-am lipit
de glii urechea – indoielnic şi supus –
şi pe sub glii ţi-am auzit
a inimei bătaie zgomotoasă.
…..inca un strop de fericire….
Every fiber of my being becomes prayerful — wordless, not addressed to any phony god. Simply out of gratitude arises the prayer towards this beautiful existence. Except for this existence, I don’t have any sacred place. This is the only holy, sacred temple. And I can treasure it now thanks to you…
Peace does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble, or hard work. Peace means to be in the midst of all those things and still be cool, calm and collected in your heart. That is the real meaning of peace.
Holding a piece of time…Can I go faster than time itself?…
nu ma caiesc,
c-am adunat in suflet si noroi –
dar ma gandesc la tine.
Cu ghiare de lumina
o dimineata-si va ucide-odata visul,
ca sufletul mi-asa curat,
cum gandul tau il vrea,
cum inima iubirii tale-l crede.
Vei plange mult atunci ori vei ierta ?
Vei plange mult ori vei zambi
de razele acelei dimineti,
in care eu ti-oi zice fara umbra de cainta:
ca numa-n lacuri cu noroi in fund cresc nuferi?”