A Single Man (Soundtrack)-George's Waltz
Abel Korzeniowski, Shigeru Umebayashi
Excerpts from SAND & FOAM(Part2)
It was but yesterday I thought myself a fragment quivering
We were fluttering, wandering, longing creatures a thousand
Poetry is wisdom that enchants the heart.
Wisdom ceases to be wisdom when it becomes too proud to weep,
Now let us play hide and seek. Should you hide in my heart
Your saying to me, "I do not understand you," is praise beyond my worth,
On my way to the Holy City I met another pilgrim and I asked him,
Should we all confess our sins to one another we would all laugh
We are all climbing toward the summit of our hearts' desire.
Birth and death are the two noblest expressions of bravery.
Death is not nearer to the aged than to the new-born; neither is life.
Life is a procession. The slow of foot finds it too swift and he steps out;
I said to Life, "I would hear Death speak."
When you have solved all the mysteries of life you
They say to me, "A bird in the hand is worth ten in the bush."
He who listens to truth is not less than he who utters truth.
Many a doctrine is like a window pane.
If you sing of beauty though alone in the heart
Great beauty captures me, but a beauty
Beauty shines brighter in the heart of him who
I am the flame and I am the dry bush,
Strange that you should pity the slow-footed and not the slow-minded,
Every great man I have known had something small in his make-up;
When my cup is empty I resign myself to its emptiness;
Half of what I say is meaningless; but I say it
My loneliness was born when men praised my talkative
Solitude is a silent storm that breaks down all our dead branches;
They deem me mad because I will not sell my days for gold;
They spread before us their riches of gold and silver, of ivory and ebony,
When either your joy or your sorrow becomes great the world becomes small.
The bitterest thing in our today's sorrow is the memory of our yesterday's joy.
Your other self is always sorry for you.
Only great sorrow or great joy can reveal your truth.
Should nature heed what we say of contentment no river would seek the sea,
Should you sit upon a cloud you would not see the boundary line between
Only those with secrets in their hearts
Strange that we all defend our wrongs with
How heedless you are when you would have men fly with
I would walk with all those who walk.
You may judge others only according to your knowledge of yourself.
You cannot judge any man beyond your knowledge of him,
IF IT WERE not for our conception of weights and measures we would
Khalil Gibran
without rhythm in the sphere of life.Now I know that I am
the sphere, and all life in rhythmic fragments moves within me.
thousand years before the sea and the wind in the forest
gave us words.Now how can we express the ancient of days
in us with only the sounds of our yesterdays?
Wisdom is poetry that sings in the mind.
If we could enchant man's heart and at the same time sing in his mind,
Then in truth he would live in the shadow of God.
too grave to laugh, and too self-ful to seek other than itself.
Should you really open your eyes and see,
you would behold your image in all images.
And should you open your ears and listen,
you would hear your own voice in all voices.
it would not be difficult to find you. But should you hide
behind your own shell, then it would be useless for anyone
to seek you. A woman may veil her face with a smile.
and an insult you do not deserve. How mean am I when life gives me gold
and I give you silver, and yet I deem myself generous.
"Is this indeed the way to the Holy City?"
And he said, "Follow me, and you will reach the Holy City
in a day and a night."And I followed him. And we walked many
days and many nights,yet we did not reach the Holy City.
And what was to my surprise he became angry with me because
he had misled me.
I have no enemies, O God, but if I am to have an enemy.
Let his strength be equal to mine, That truth alone may be the victor.
at one another for our lack of originality.
Should we all reveal our virtues we would also laugh for the same cause.
Should the other climber steal your sack and your purse and
wax fat on the one and heavy on the other, you should pity him;
The climbing will be harder for his flesh, and the burden will
make his way longer.
Desire is half of life; idifference is half of death.
And the swift of foot finds it too slow and he too steps out.
And Life raised her voice a little higher and said, "You hear him now."
long for death, for it is but another mystery of life.
But I say, "A bird and a feather in the bush is worth more
than ten birds in the hand."
Your seeking after that feather is life with winged feet; nay, it is life itself.
There are only two elements here, beauty and truth;
beauty in the hearts of lovers, and truth in the arms of the tillers of the soil.
We see truth through it but it divides us from truth.
of the desert you will have an audience.
still greater frees me even from itself.
longs for it than in the eyes of him who sees it.
Every thought I have imprisoned in expression I must free by my deeds.
and one part of me consumes the other part.
And the blind-eyed rather than the blind-hearted.
and it was that small something which prevented inactivity or madness or suicide.
but when it is half full I resent its half-fulness.
so that the other half may reach you.
faults and blamed my silent virtues.
Yet it sends our living roots deeper into the living heart of the living earth.
How blind is he who gives you out of his pocket that
he may take out of your heart.
And I deem them mad because they think my days have a price.
and we spread before them our hearts and our spirits.;
And yet they deem themselves the hosts and us the guests.
How noble is the sad heart who would sing a joyous song with joyous hearts.
But your other self grows on sorrow; so all is well.
If you would be revealed you must either dance naked
in the sun, or carry your cross.
and no winter would turn to Spring. Should she heed all we say of thrift,
how many of us would be breathing this air?
We often borrow from our tomorrows to pay our debts to our yesterdays.
one country and another, nor the boundary stone between a farm and a farm.
It is a pity you cannot sit upon a cloud.
could divine the secrets in our hearts.
more vigor than we do our rights.
your wings and you cannot even give them a feather.
I would not stand still to watch the procession passing by.
How can you sing if your mouth be filled with food?
How shall your hand be raised in blessing if it is filled with gold?
Tell me now, who among us is guilty and who is unguilty?
and how small is your knowledge.
stand in awe of the firefly as we do before the sun.
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