27 November 2025

Franz Liszt ‘Liebestraum No.3'


The piece of classic music "Liebestraum No. 3" (dream of love) is based on a poem by the German writer, Ferdinand Freliligrath, entitled "O Lieb, so lang du lieben kannst" (Love as long as love you can). The poem is about unconditional mature love, and warning that love lost is miserable.

I found the poem's translation below on this website.

Reading the poem really contributes to feel the music.


O lieb’, so lang du lieben kannst!/O love, as long as love you can, 

O lieb’, so lang du lieben magst!/O love, as long as love you may, 

Die Stunde kommt, die Stunde kommt,/The time will come, the time will come, 

Wo du an Gräbern stehst und klagst!/When you will stand at the grave and mourn!

Und sorge, daß dein Herze glüht/Be sure that your heart burns, 

Und Liebe hegt und Liebe trägt,/And holds and keeps love

Solang ihm noch ein ander Herz,/As long as another heart beats warmly

In Liebe warm entgegenschlägt!/With its love for you

Und wer dir seine Brust erschließt,/And if someone bears his soul to you

O tu ihm, was du kannst, zulieb’!/Love him back as best you can 

Und mach’ ihm jede Stunde froh,/Give his every hour joy, 

Und mach ihm keine Stunde trüb!/Let him pass none in sorrow!

Und hüte deine Zunge wohl,/And guard your words with care, 

Bald ist ein böses Wort gesagt!/Lest harm flow from your lips!

O Gott, es war nicht bös gemeint, -/Dear God, I meant no harm, 

Der andre aber geht und klagt./But the loved one recoils and mourns. 

O lieb’, solang du lieben kannst!/O love, love as long as you can!

O lieb’, solang du lieben magst!/O love, love as long as you may!

Die Stunde kommt, die Stunde kommt,/The time will come, the time will come,

Wo du an Gräbern stehst und klagst!/When you will stand at the grave and mourn.

Dann kniest du nieder an der Gruft/You will kneel alongside the grave

Und birgst die Augen, trüb und naß,/And your eyes will be sorrowful and moist,

– Sie sehn den andern nimmermehr -/– Never will you see the beloved again –

Ins lange, feuchte Kirchhofsgras./Only the churchyard’s tall, wet grass.

Und sprichst: O schau’ auf mich herab,/You will say: Look at me from below,

Der hier an deinem Grabe weint!/I who mourn here alongside your grave!

Vergib, daß ich gekränkt dich hab’/Forgive my slights!

O Gott, es war nicht bös gemeint!/Dear God, I meant no harm!

Er aber sieht und hört dich nicht,/Yet the beloved does not see or hear you,

Kommt nicht, daß du ihn froh umfängst;/He lies beyond your comfort;

Der Mund, der oft dich küßte, spricht/The lips you kissed so often speak

Nie wieder: Ich vergab dir längst!/Not again: I forgave you long ago!

Er tat’s, vergab dir lange schon,/Indeed, he did forgive you,

Doch manche heiße Träne fiel/But tears he would freely shed,

Um dich und um dein herbes Wort -/Over you and on your unthinking word –

Doch still – er ruht, er ist am Ziel!/Quiet now! – he rests, he has passed.

O lieb’, solang du lieben kannst!/O love, love as long as you can!

O lieb’, solang du lieben magst!/O love, love as long as you may!

Die Stunde kommt, die Stunde kommt,/The time will come, the time will come,

Wo du an Gräbern stehst und klagst!/When you will stand at the grave and mourn.

16 November 2025

Back to the cushion


It's 4 weeks in a row that I don't miss a meditation.

I say it with shyness as I am aware of the danger of spiritual pride...also for fear of failing, to be honest.

They say it's part of the process: accepting that sometimes life gets on the way, and we will fall short and skip a meditation.

However, I know how important it is to validate ourselves and celebrate life when it matches what we aspire for. Also, it's just true. I meditate everyday for 4 weeks (damn, did I just make it difficult to say?!)


The 36 weeks long Samatha meditation course is holding me accountable. My reporting teacher is an Assistant Professor of Islamic studies...and probably born as a Greek Orthodox. Our course teacher is an English professor of Buddhist studies. I went to a Dervish dance the other day and I met by chance another teacher of Samatha meditation: he said never happened to him before (being Samatha a niche small world) to randomly meet another practitioner. 

For me it makes sense. The spider web has got connected points. Since I am getting more deliberate about the threads I am laying down and what I am perpetuating moving forward, my web has a pattern: I know which thread to step on, which ones to avoid (this metaphor is not mine, but is by from Danielle Lynn). Resonating people are stepping into my life.

Gerry is one of them, as we share a rare idea of photography, we practice Non Violent Communication and Buddhist meditation.

In his work Transpires Gerry has realized a way for people to have eye contact without facing eachother, by using mirrors, and recording all on camera. The result of those videos has been displayed in very large screens in an experiential room, so that the visitor feels completely immersed in the connective human experience (breathing, eye contact, micro facial movements..). Many visitors have reported that they felt seen there.

As we bring our cameras (and our teas!) to a place dear to me, Linh Son temple in Beulah, London... In today's photographic adventure, I get deeply inspired by Gerry's piece of work.

Deep seeing = deep listening

I have been sitting in the temple's garden many times to meditate surrounded by all those statues, which actually have scary faces and deep emotions.

Still, my mind has not retained a clear image of them. My attention was not clear. They were more like a background to my main experience, my main character. Today I decided to give them the most caring and generous quality we can offer to anyone: attention (as Simone Weil would say!)

So I stopped in front of each of them and I placed myself in a position so that my camera would meet (the beam of) their eyes. This created a magic experience. In fact in seeing, we are also seen. I mysteriously felt mutuality, and with some more years and NVC in my pocket, I wasn't troubled by the strongest emotions of some statues.... In fact, I was familiarising with them (meditation means getting familiar with...) perhaps wondering which need was behind their emotions:)

A statue not looking at me:

Same statue looking at me:


In this specific case the act of offering, feels directed towards me only in the second photo. Eyes direct intention. Even if they belong to a person made of stone!

The experiment is fascinating for me. It's relational.

I remember over 10 years ago I used rush in front of the statues. Timid... almost afraid anyone could see me paying them SO much attention. And now, I stop, I take an image. I don't even need much time to get "to know them". I enjoy the diversity of emotions they represent within me. I don't dismiss, I don't avoid. 

In order to engage I do...

Positioning. (In martial art, in love, war, life... Photography... Where and What you stand for)

That's the important bit.

Framing it from below, from the position of the dragon..


Or from the position of a witness of a revelation, participating this man's dismay:


Once you can be met, it's easier to meet. Especially teachers.  ...Life teaches.


Once it gets cold, Gerry and I go inside, in the indoor temple. Removing shoes is the ritual of entering into a sacred place.
We find out it's a special day and the temple is active up to 10pm with activities. 
We stay for one meditation only. I keep looking at the big bell the monk has hit at the beginning of the meditation. It's my intention to leave the room only when the bell will be perfectly still. When I signal Gerry it's time to leave, the monk hits the bell for ending the meditation.

In the temple a young Vietnamese nun gift us with apples.
At 4pm we find a Thai restaurant 
At 6pm we drink hot sake in a Japanese place.
In London, we have been to Asia today.

On the bus on the way back I wonder....what really is boredom?  I liked this definition:
https://youtu.be/74jCg8J01Wc?si=O6Pa8ijQ-E0ZvmOy

Boredom is like a filter: once removed we find the presence of our true nature.



For reference. This is the best book on meditation found so far:




Back to bed now. 
Back to cushion tomorrow morning.