The Dreamer E-Book

Modeste Herlic

• Herausgeber: Soleil Editions
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

How to define soul?
To what extent are soul, body, and spirit connected?
Can the universe be contained in a drop of water or a grain of sand?
Fubbi, a mystic poet, was obsessed with these questions until he dreamed and saw what the mind cannot explain.
THE DREAMER is a collection of poetry and prose about finding inner peace, courage to be, wisdom and joy.
Together with Fubbi, you dive into the relationship between body and soul.

Leseprobe

THE

DREAMER

Poems of Fubbi

MODESTE HERLIC

Goiânia

Author's edition

2nd Edition

2022

THE

DREAMER

Poems of Fubbi

Translated by Modeste Herlic

Copyright © 2022 by Modeste Herlic

All rights reserved.

This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

To Sarah

for her friendship

“In the middle of the night, Fubbi went to his humble desk, where lay a pen and a few loose sheets of paper. He gave himself to them, which, still naked, were bathed in the breath of courage, wisdom, and joy. It is unknown how long he lingered there, but he escaped his pretentiousness as he wrote. He humbly expressed what the Soul revealed.”

M.H

CONTENTS

Courage

I am the universe

Songs of Joy

Poetry

Gita

Wisdom

Songs of the Soul

Courage

Live the present moment

for the days are uncertain

and your life will not last forever

Be yourself today and now

and do what makes you happy

Be not burdened by the glares of others

Your back is so soft, so delicate

Be strong

Hold your head high

and ignore the envious

Every night

I go to my window

and plant seeds

of smiles in the bowl

I have a great love

for the nightingale

Every morning

o sweet bird!

Every morning

your song is bliss

your whistle is poetry

Fortune knocks at your door

and you refuse to open it

That is nonsense!

It is stupidity on your part

if you do not want to accept

that life is beautiful

and that everything is possible

Yesterday I dreamed

that I was the wind

filling the world

Everywhere I went

At every party I danced

In every corner I slept

I saw men crying

I saw men partying

I walked by them

and danced with them

in the downfall and the merriment

With my golden lute

I sang to the world:

“o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-om

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-om

how wonderful it is to hear the universe

how infinite is this rejoicing”

The people forgot their sorrow

They danced and hummed

My melody became their feast

Roses grew in their gardens

And we all sang:

“o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-om

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-om

how wonderful it is to hear the universe

how infinite is this rejoicing”