ahymnforcon #33
Alhaji Kwabena Frimpong & his Cubano Fiestas – Kyenkyen Bi Adi M’Awu
(Come Back My Love)
“Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace.” x
“Some of you say, “Joy is greater than sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.” ― Kahlil Gibran
“And then it was, that grief and pain made themselves known to me as never before. Note this, because I knew the full absurdity of Fate and Fortune and Nature more truly than a human can bear to know it. And perhaps the description of this, brief as it is, may give consolation to another. The truth is, you cannot prepare anyone for this, nor convey an understanding of it through language. It must be known. And this I would wish on no one in the world.” – Ann Rice
“As every flower fades and as all youth
365 days ago a light went out. One of the FEW that brightened up my life and turned all my grey skies blue..I was there when that light took her first breath of life and there when that light took her last breath of life. The, (greatest) Joy and the (greatest) Pain.
“Fire tests gold, suffering tests brave men” – Seneca
Hold this one Kohzu and, please, if you can … wait for me … x
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory;
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap’d for the belovèd’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on….
how I miss you kohzu x
“There is an hour of the afternoon when the plain is on the verge of saying something. It never says, or perhaps it says it infinitely, or perhaps we do not understand it, or we understand it and it is untranslatable as music.”
― Jorge Luis Borges
“Magic exists. Who can doubt it, when there are rainbows and wildflowers, the music of the wind and the silence of the stars? Anyone who has loved has been touched by magic. It is such a simple and such an extraordinary part of the lives we live.”
“He waited, listening with deep enjoyment, for the end of the sonata. In the still, twilit corridor it sounded so lonely and unworldly, and so brave and innocent also, both childlike and superior, as all good music must in the midst of the unredeemed muteness of the world.”
Cats who know what ‘Tezeta’ represents understand.
“Again and again, however we know the landscape of love,
and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,
and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others,
fall: again and again the two of us walk out together,
under the ancient trees, lie down again and again,
among the flowers, face to face with the sky.”
“Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything.”
