“Translation of the Dream” | Anthony Satori
“If the dream is a translation of waking life, waking life is also a translation of the dream.”
— Rene Magritte
Translation of the Dream
poetry
Infinitely At Ease
“Pink and Yellow Rose” | Anthony Satori
“Infinitely at ease
despite so many risks,
with no variation
of her usual routine,
the blooming rose is the omen
of her immeasurable endurance.
Do we know how she survives?
No doubt one of her days
is all the earth and all
of our infinity.”
– Rainer Maria Rilke
Protect The Light
“Palm Tree, Tractor, Wildfire” | Anthony Satori
“Do not go gentle into that good night; rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
— Dylan Thomas
The Seagull
“The Seagull” | Anthony Satori
[a poem]
Who knows?
Perhaps the seagull
was once a fish
who dreamed of the sky
so earnestly
that Nature eventually decided
to give her wings.
A Love Story
“The Blue Dream of Sky” | Anthony Satori
“i thank you God for most this amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.”
— e. e. cummings
The Abyss
“Cat on a Window Sill” | Anthony Satori
“If you gaze long enough into the abyss, the abyss will eventually gaze back into you.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche
Only Sacredness
“Black and Yellow Butterfly” | Anthony Satori
“Something opens our wings. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.”
— Rumi
Night, the Beloved
“Night, the Beloved” | Anthony Satori
“Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When.. all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.”
— Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Horses
“Horses” | Anthony Satori
“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”
— Lao Tzu
Night Jasmine
“Night Jasmine” | Anthony Satori
“Twas midnight — through the lattice, wreathed with woodbine, many a perfume breathed from plants that wake when others sleep, from timid jasmine buds that keep their fragrance to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies away let their delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about.”
— Thomas Moore
