Comments on: Antonio Machado - Last night, as I was sleeping

By: kamal

kamal — Mon, 08 Jun 2009 16:23:40 +0000

i heard the whispers
resembling
the jingles
and the chimes
of a temple
and to
the early
morning prayers
and like
a lovers appreciation
and like a wave
swiftly ending
its being
after meeting the
the shore
and a giggle
of a young child
and in brides
heavy laden eyes
yes!
i hear
god whispering
in me
around me
every moment!

By: Rena Navon

Rena Navon — Tue, 02 Jun 2009 08:12:16 +0000

Directed to my heart in this poem, I am inspired to submit an earlier response I didn’t feel up to at the time, about what can count as PRAYER

The slightest contact is worship.

How the toe touches the giant tree when the foot lands beside it safely

How a lady knows someone cares by the way a few fingers support her thin elbow

How you breathe when the phone rings after expectation has inhaled in your heart

Answering a sincere letter you have been waiting for as you wait for a blessing

A wound so light and slim when you have feared a deep cut

A look of appreciation when you anticipated disapproval

The fall of the dice when they cooperate with your gambling streak

Luck when you are saved from damage or undeserved blame

Deliverance from an accident, no matter how small

Soft words spoken to G-d in gratitude for a life you live under his heavenly shelter

By: aparna

aparna — Tue, 02 Jun 2009 05:30:53 +0000

YESSS!!! “BLESSED ILLUSION”,
Suddenly the lines have taken on a different impact Ivan.

Of course- when i was dreaming, it could have been a blessed illusion only.

Thanks for your daily ruminations Ivan. You bring me
water of a new life
that I have never drunk!!

By: Ivan M. Granger

Ivan M. Granger — Mon, 01 Jun 2009 19:31:31 +0000

I’ve gotten a few emails asking about that phrase “marvelous error” which has some people confused. I think Bly’s translation of that line is misleading. Machado’s actual line in Spanish is “bendita ilusión.” A more exact translation might be “blessed illusion or dream.” When I read that, I don’t hear Machado calling this experience an “error”; it’s more of a vision…

By: Salus

Salus — Sat, 30 May 2009 15:48:46 +0000

Well this poem brought tears to my eyes today. Thanks

I love the metaphors of the bees making honey out of old failures. The poems of the mystics feed my soul and expand the feeling of love in my heart.

By: sumit

sumit — Sat, 30 May 2009 10:16:35 +0000

it is infact the truth about ourself that we are lookinng things to happen outside but every thing is inside all springs, hills, ocean waves u will feel when look into yourself
thanks

By: patricia graham

patricia graham — Fri, 29 May 2009 23:11:59 +0000

This poem came to me when I was going through a dark night of the soul and gave me hope…”making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures.” I imagined a beehive around my heart and felt the transformation radiate from inside. Thank you for this food for the soul.

By: Scott

Scott — Fri, 29 May 2009 22:47:49 +0000

I have just joined the online community of Gaia and I am having many dreams about the energy I am receiving from my new friends. Energy of springs and suns and red warm intense love. Read my mind some more. You always do.

By: Glenda Fields

Glenda Fields — Fri, 29 May 2009 18:01:19 +0000

This one set my heart A-float and made it cry out for more.
Thank you, Ivan. You always seem to capture the spiritual food that is needed at the moment.
I so love this.
Glenda

By: Dave Kinsey

Dave Kinsey — Fri, 29 May 2009 17:01:24 +0000

This work was my first experience of mystical poetry and it fueled a hunger and yearning for more . One of my favorites as well , as I have shared some of his feelings so wondrously expressed . Your generosity has fed my hunger as well . Thank you Ivan . Dave