Sunday, January 6, 2008

Zanzibar Part 3: full of adventure, full of discovery

Ithaca is a beautiful poem written by C.P. Cavafy in the late 1800s, I have read and re-read this poem hundreds of times. The poem speaks of the journey we are on and the one destination where we are all going to find ourselves eventually, throughout this journey we encounter everything. We meet great teachers, we find love, we find struggle and we learn from all of it; "it" becomes the journey itself and we become each day, each sight, smell; we become the journey, it is who we are. The words in Ithaca were words to me for a long time, but now I have set sail and I am discovering the world and all of its treasures. I want to share the poem with you and I do hope the same inspiration finds you and awakens your inner adventurer.




As you set out for Ithaka
hope your road is a long one,
full of adventure, full of discovery.
Laistrygonians, Cyclops,
angry Poseidon-don't be afraid of them:
you'll never find things like that on your way
as long as you keep your thoughts raised high,
as long as a rare excitement
stirs your spirit and your body.
Laistrygonians, Cyclops,
wild Poseidon-you won't encounter them
unless you bring them along inside your soul,
unless your soul sets them up in front of you.


Hope your road is a long one.
May there be many summer mornings when,
with what pleasure, what joy,
you enter harbors you're seeing for the first time;
may you stop at Phoenician trading stations
to buy fine things,
mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
sensual perfume of every kind-
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
and may you visit many Egyptian cities
to learn and go on learning from their scholars.


Keep Ithaka always in your mind.
Arriving there is what you're destined for.
But don't hurry the journey at all.
Better if it lasts for years,
so you're old by the time you reach the island,
wealthy with all you've gained on the way,
not expecting Ithaka to make you rich.
Ithaka gave you the marvelous journey.
Without her you wouldn't have set out.
She has nothing left to give you now.


And if you find her poor, Ithaka won't have fooled you.
Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,
you'll have understood by then what these Ithakas mean.

2 comments:

...i Anku Xue... said...

... ... You realize that we are already on the journey more beautiful ... you realize ... that these ... giving the journey toward itaca ... the same vijae you are already sailing ... by the sea in cosmic cause ... it is your meeting ... ... thanks for your words liberating ... that show the power of human ... that the real magic takes ... every ... but even if this material stripped of any idea ... that beautiful port to spend ... 15 years ... if it lasts through this journey ... ... ... odiseo to reach africa ... i tell your magic eternal presence ... ... ... penelope continues weaving time ... feeling in creating their love ... that truth which makes ... forever free ...

Anonymous said...

with you on my side, i feel anythings possible...