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From The Restory - Conversations On The Journey (212)

  Buttonhole Paradise The Conversation Elements From The Conversation This is what a space, much larger than a buttonhole, looks like. Morrison describes the exact opposite of Tagore's fool—someone who receives your pieces and returns them to you whole. The tragedy of Tagore's flower is that it gave itself to someone who could never perform this gathering. Music This is the tragedy Tagore's line warns against: the flower stays in the fool's buttonhole even after realizing the fool cannot keep it safe. With deep affection we send you away with the simple request to answer these two questions honestly for yourself: The thing I call paradise right now is ____________________ The first small root I could send toward real soil is ___________________ George & Matilda

From The Restory - Conversations On The Journey (43)

    A Tagore Quote  "...seek, and you will find..."                    Matt 7:7 The Conversation  Elements From The Conversation  Music With much love. George & Matilda   

Fool's buttonhole

Note: This is a piece written in Afrikaans. It is my mother tongue and therefore I sometimes need to let rip in it in order to express myself without the constraints of having to really think (as in using the right tenses and getting the right word). I will gladly translate it if need be. Please let me know!    My flower, seek not thy paradise in a fool’s buttonhole.               -        Tagore Hierdie is my quote of the moment . Nou al vir die afgelope twee jaar! Hoe kan ek dit stel? Wat maak dat iets daardie inklikklank maak as ek dit lees? Asof iets net reg lê en presies in plek gedruk word – soos ‘n verlore legkaartstukkie wat onder die mat uitkom en in sy plekkie inklik met ‘n piepklein sug van verligting. Daar is nie baie sulke aanhalings nie. Wel, daar is, maar dis ‘n klein hoop teen dit wat mens als lees en sorteer na die Snert, Oulik, Hmm, Waar, en Sjoe hope. En anders as die ander hope, is hierdi...