Monday, November 24, 2014

one dream








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Understand, I’ll slip quietly away from the noisy crowd when I see the pale stars rising, blooming, over the oaks.
I’ll pursue solitary pathways through the pale twilit meadows, with only this one dream: You come too.


–Rainer Maria Rilke







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the dark night






 
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In the delicious night,
In privacy, where no one saw me,
Nor did I see one thing,
I had no light or guide
But the fire that burned inside my chest.

That fire showed me
The way more clearly than the blaze of noon
To where, waiting for me,
Was the One I knew so well,
In that place where no one ever is.

Oh night, sweet guider,
Oh night more marvelous than dawn!
Oh night which joins
The lover and the beloved
So that the lover and beloved change bodies!

In my chest full of flowers,
Flowering wholly and only for Him,
There He remained sleeping;
I cared for Him there,
And the fan of the high cedars cooled Him.

The wind played with
His hair, and that wind from the high
Towers struck me on the neck
With its sober hand;
Sight, taste, touch, hearing stopped.

I stood still, I forgot who I was,
My face leaning against Him,
Everything stopped, abandoned me,
My worldliness was gone, forgotten
Among the white lilies.


–St. John of the Cross
Robert Bly version






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white northern lights, finland
rudimick

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perhaps


artemisdreaming:

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Perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us yesterday, separate, in the evening.
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~Rainer Maria Rilke





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Perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us yesterday, separate, in the evening.


–Rainer Maria Rilke






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Sunday, November 23, 2014

so. fab.








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Somebody gave God a Spirograph for Her birthday and she’s used it on everything…



dduane:

inspectorjanis:

batlesbo:

thegeminisage:

urdchama:

cardiocutie:

cardiocutie:

Geometric space art.

Guys you don’t understand how awesome this is. This pattern happens everywhere. It happens on flowers and pinecones absolutely vegetables, it happens all around you. If you don’t think that’s like the realist shit ever i don’t understand you.


Representation of the apparent motion of the Sun and planets as seen from Earth. Encyclopaedia Britannica (1777) 

siterlas

This is… wonderful to know. Tell me you don’t see beauty in life after seeing this, I dare you ;)

This is why everyone was so stupid confused about the shape of orbits before Kepler figured it out.

Somebody gave God a Spirograph for Her birthday and she’s used it on everything…
 
 
 
 
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earth spirit







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The earth is not a dead body, but is inhabited by a spirit that is its life and soul.

All created things, minerals included, draw their strength from the earth spirit.

This spirit is life, it is nourished by the stars, and it gives nourishment to all the living things it shelters in its womb.

Basilius Valentinus
15th Century Benedictine
monk and alchemist





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singularity


 




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The center clears. 

Knowing comes:
The body is not singular like a corpse,

but singular like a salt grain
still in the side of the mountain.


–Rumi



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Event






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Therefore we ought not to say ‘the tree (became) green’ or ‘the tree (is) now green’ (both of which imply a change in the tree’s ‘essence’), but rather ‘the tree greens’. By using the infinitive form of ‘to green’, we make a dynamic attribution of the predicate, an incorporeality distinct from both the tree and green-ness which captures nonetheless the dynamism of the event’s actualisation. The event is not a disruption of some continuous state, but rather the state is constituted by events ‘underlying’ it that, when actualised, mark every moment of the state as a transformation.

—Cliff Stagoll
The Deleuze Dictionary






not to worry







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Once you can accept the universe as matter expanding into 'nothing that is something', wearing stripes with plaid comes easy.

–Albert Einstein












Saturday, November 22, 2014

wakey, wakey








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Those who don't feel this Love
pulling them like a river,
those who don't drink dawn
like a cup of spring water
or take in sunset like supper,
those who don't want to change,

let them sleep.

This Love is beyond the study of theology,
that old trickery and hypocrisy.
If you want to improve your mind that way,

sleep on.

I've given up on my brain.
I've torn the cloth to shreds
and thrown it away.

If you're not completely naked,
wrap your beautiful robe of words
around you,

and sleep.


–Rumi
Version by Coleman Barks 









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Friday, November 21, 2014

listen







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There is a voice that doesn’t use words.

Listen.

–Rumi





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behind all words








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Happy are those who know:
Behind all words, the Unsayable stands;
And from that source alone, the Infinite
Crosses over to gladness, and us -
 

Free of our bridges
Built with the stone of distinctions;
So that always, within each delight,
We gaze at what is purely single and joined.



–Rainer Maria Rilke





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The Three Oddest Words







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When I pronounce the word Future,
the first syllable already belongs to the past.

When I pronounce the word Silence,
I destroy it.

When I pronounce the word Nothing,
I make something no non-being can hold.


–Wislawa Szymborska






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A Brighter Word Than Bright








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Words are substance strange. Speak one and the air ripples into another's ears. Write one and the eye laps it up. But the sense transmutes, and the spoken word winds through the ear's labyrinth into a sense that is no longer the nerve's realm.
The written word unfolds behind the eye into the world, world's image, and the imagination sees as the eye cannot see - thoughtfully.


–Dan Beachy-Quick






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says fox


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I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing.  

Words are the source of misunderstandings.

–Antoine de Saint-Exupéry,
The Little Prince





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Thursday, November 20, 2014

not to worry







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There is only life. There is nobody who lives a life.

–Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj





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wakey, wakey







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A man goes to sleep in this hall. He dreams he has gone on a world tour, is roaming over hill and dale, forest and country, desert and sea, across various continents and after many years of weary and strenuous travel, returns to this country, reaches Tiruvannamalai, enters the ashram and walks into the hall. 

Just at that moment he wakes up and finds he has not moved an inch but was sleeping where he lay down.
He has not returned after great effort to this hall, but is and always has been in the hall.


–Ramana Maharshi







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ode to the moment









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This moment
as smooth
as a board,
and fresh,
this hour,
this day
as clean
as an untouched glass
--not a single
spiderweb
from the past:
we touch the moment
with our fingers,
we cut it
to size,
we direct
its blooming.
It's living,
it's alive:
it brings nothing from yesterday that can't be redeemed,
nothing from the lost past.


–Pablo Neruda







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closing lines to A Draft of Shadows

 





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I am where I was:
I walk behind the murmur,
footsteps within me, heard with my eyes,
the murmur is in the mind, I am my footsteps,
I hear the voices that I think,
the voices that think me as as I think them.
I am the shadow my words cast.

–Octavio Paz
Eliot Weinberger translation






 










the window is the absence of the wall







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The window is the absence of the wall, and it gives air and light because it is empty. 
Be empty of all mental content, of all imagination and effort, and the very absence of obstacles will cause reality to rush in.


–Nisargadatta Maharaj





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Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Ra is in the wind







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Be quiet. Ra is in the wind.
He speaks when the earth is silent and he alone existed until he named the names of things. 

River, he said, and River lived.
Nile. Mountain. Beetle. Fisherman. 

From his tongue springs words of water.
The river quakes with the sound of his voice. 

Air escaping from his nose. Breathe deep.
The wind a sigh from his mother. 

Such things are made everyday:
Duck, Mandrake, Raisin.
Grape, Pomegranate, Melon.
Cypress, Palm, Osiris.



–The Egyptian Book of the Dead







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In Celebration of Me



Adam gives name to the animals
William Blake, 1810





Eve names the birds
 William Blake, 1810




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I am so afraid of people's words.
They describe so distinctly everything:
And this they call dog and that they call house,
here the start and there the end.
I worry about their mockery with words,
they know everything, what will be, what was;
no mountain is still miraculous;
and their house and yard lead right up to God.

I want to warn and object: Let the things be!
I enjoy listening to the sound they are making.
But you always touch: and they hush and stand still.
This is how you kill.


–Rainer Maria Rilke
Annemarie S. Kidder translation







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what you are not







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The seeker is he who is in search of himself…
To know what you are, you must first investigate and know what you are not.
Discover all that you are not — body, feelings thoughts, time, space, this or that. 

Nothing which you perceive, concrete or abstract, can be you. The very act of perceiving shows that you are not what you perceive.

The clearer you understand on the level of mind that you can be described in negative terms only, the quicker will you come to the end of your search and realize that you are the limitless being.


–Nisargadatta







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Tuesday, November 18, 2014

these things matter most












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In the end these things matter most:

How well did you love?

How fully did you love?

How deeply did you learn to let go?


–Buddha






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to kiss a forehead is to erase worry








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To kiss a forehead is to erase worry.
I kiss your forehead.

To kiss the eyes is to lift sleeplessness.
I kiss your eyes.

To kiss the lips is to drink water.
I kiss your lips.

To kiss a forehead is to erase memory.
I kiss your forehead.


–Marina Tsvetaeva






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to love another








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For one human being to love another:
that is perhaps the most difficult task of all....,
the work for which all other work is but preparation. 

It is a high inducement to the individual to ripen...
a great claim upon us, something that chooses us out
and calls us to vast things.



–Rainer Maria Rilke






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what we are asked










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Our job is to love others, without stopping to inquire whether or not they are worthy.

That is not our business and, in fact, it is nobody’s business.

What we are asked to do is to love, and this love itself will render both ourselves and our neighbors worthy.


–Thomas Merton







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italics








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you speak to me in italics
slanting your thoughts deep into me
you come at me from an angle
impaling me on the point of desire
you lean towards me like a tree in the wind
each leaf inscribed with the same word
I have never met your type before
yet I can read you like a book


Andre Ramier






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follow no path








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seeker of truth

follow no path
all paths lead where

truth is here


–E. E. Cummings






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Monday, November 17, 2014

when ready







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Be crumbled.
So wild flowers will come
up where you are.
You have been stony for
too many years.
Try something different. 
Surrender.


—Rumi





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