please don’t disturb

Certain things,
like when love stirs
or moments of radiance,
must remain discreet
“looking too closely
changes what we feel”.
We must try
to shield them from exposure
after all those moments
add supreme meaning
to our existence, richness
to our “inner solitude”
are priceless.

based on: Virginia Woolf’s Idea of Privacy
posted by Joshua Rothman

July 9, 2014 New Yorker

your sweet voice

Shakespeare’s Sonnet XVIII

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimmed,

And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed:

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,

Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

What is love?

Caged in work and responsibilities
small voices will tell you
during sweet summer and bitter winters
to seek the woodlands
be bold without doubts
roam the vast landscapes of life
look for the hidden lakes,
delight yourself with butterflies,
let the mist dewdrop
on your hair, your face.

What if shadows come,
darken the forest
conceal “ancestral habits”
that once dwelt there?

What if the memory
of the one you love fades,
loses all the innumerable branches?
Don’t be afraid. You will endure.
You will learn who you are,
with time what love really means.

note: I read an article in NPR: As A Husband Becomes Caregiver To His Wife, A Marriage Evolves by Julia Mitric