Thursday, April 17, 2014



The soul has been given its own ears to hear things the mind does not understand.

—Jalalud’din Rumi




Mind led body
to the edge of the precipice.

They stared in desire
at the naked abyss.

If you love me, said mind,
take that step into silence.

If you love me, said body,
turn and exist.

–Anne Stevenson


consider this


You and I are just swinging doors.
This kind of understanding is necessary.

–Shunryu Suzuki

the greatest thing


…the greatest thing by far is to be a master of metaphor.
It is the one thing that cannot be learnt from others; and it is also a sign of genius, since a good metaphor implies an intuitive perception of the similarity in dissimilars.

Poetics, 1459

why we tell stories



Because we used to have leaves
and on damp days
our muscles feel a tug,
painful now, from when roots
pulled us into the ground 
and because our children believe 
they can fly, an instinct retained 
from when the bones in our arms 
were shaped like zithers and broke 
neatly under their feathers 

and because before we had lungs 
we knew how far it was to the bottom 
as we floated open-eyed 
like painted scarves through the scenery 
of dreams, and because we awakened 

and learned to speak 

We sat by the fire in our caves, 
and because we were poor, we made up a tale 
about a treasure mountain 
that would open only for us 

and because we were always defeated, 
we invented impossible riddles 
only we could solve, 
monsters only we could kill, 
women who could love no one else 
and because we had survived 
sisters and brothers, daughters and sons, 
we discovered bones that rose 
from the dark earth and sang 
as white birds in the trees 

Because the story of our life 
becomes our life 

Because each of us tells 
the same story 
but tells it differently 

and none of us tells it 
the same way twice 

Because grandmothers looking like spiders 
want to enchant the children 
and grandfathers need to convince us 
what happened happened because of them 

and though we listen only 
haphazardly, with one ear, 
we will begin our story 
with the word and

–Lisel Mueller

Wednesday, April 16, 2014



Be serene in the oneness of things.
The Great Way is not difficult 
for those who have no preferences. 
When love and hate are both absent 
everything becomes clear and undisguised.
Make the smallest distinction, however 
and heaven and earth are set infinitely apart.
If you wish to see the truth 
then hold no opinions for or against anything. 
To set up what you like against what you dislike 
is the disease of the mind. 
When the deep meaning of things is not understood 
the minds essential peace is disturbed to no avail. 

The Way is perfect like vast space 
where nothing is lacking and nothing is in excess. 
Indeed, it is due to our choosing to accept or reject 
that we do not see the true nature of things. 
Live neither in the entanglements of outer things, 
nor in inner feelings of emptiness.
Be serene in the oneness of things 
and such erroneous views will disappear by themselves.When you try to stop activity to achieve passivity
your very effort fills you with activity. 
As long as you remain in one extreme or the other 
you will never know Oneness.



we are that



We are the children of this beautiful planet that we have lately seen photographed from the moon. 
We are not delivered into it by some god, but have come forth from it.
We are its eyes and mind, its seeing and its thinking.
And the earth, together with its sun, this light around which it flies like a moth, came forth, we are told, from a nebula; and that nebula, in turn, from space.
So that we are the mind, ultimately, of space …


—Joseph Campbell
Myths to Live By


thought so ...


My heart


My heart, sit only with those
who know and understand you.

Sit only under a tree
that is full of blossoms.

In the bazaar of herbs and potions
don't wander aimlessly,
find the shop with a potion that is sweet.

If you don't have a measure
people will rob you in no time.

You will take counterfeit coins
thinking they are real.

Don't fill your bowl with food from
every boiling pot you see.

Not every joke is humorous, so don't search
for meaning where there isn't one.

Not every eye can see,
not every sea is full of pearls.

My heart, sing the song of longing
like nightingale.

The sound of your voice casts a spell
on every stone, on every thorn.

First, lay down your head,
then one by one
let go of all distractions.

Embrace the light and let it guide you
beyond the winds of desire.

There you will find a spring and
nourished by its sweet waters
like a tree you will bear fruit forever.



these things matter most



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?


Tuesday, April 15, 2014



Be soft. 

Do not let the world make you hard. 

Do not let pain make you hate. 

Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness.

–Kurt Vonnegut

fab, fab, fab

since everything is but an illusion ...


Since everything is but an illusion, perfect in being what it is, having nothing to do with good or bad, acceptance or rejection, one might as well burst out laughing!




I rarely let the word "No" escape
From my mouth
Because it is so plain to my soul
That God has shouted, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
To every luminous movement in




Who would then deny that when I am sipping tea in my tearoom I am swallowing the whole universe with it and that this very moment of my lifting the bowl to my lips is eternity itself transcending time and space?

—D.T. Suzuki

Monday, April 14, 2014



If you can forget it or remember it, it is not you,
therefore discard it.

—Nisargadatta Maharaj


without stirring, without looking


Without stirring abroad,
one can know the whole world; 

Without looking out of the window
one can see the way of heaven. 

The further one goes the less one knows.

–Lao Tzu


Aims, 05


somebody hears you. you know that. you know that.
somebody hears you. you know that inside.
someone is learning the colors of all your moods, to
(say just the right thing and) show that you’re understood.
here you’re known.
leave your life open. you don’t have. you don’t have.
leave your life open. you don’t have to hide.
someone is gathering every crumb you drop, these
(mindless decisions and) moments you long forgot.
keep them all.
let our formulas find your soul.
we’ll divine your artesian source (in your mind),
marshal feed and force (our machines will)
to design you a perfect love—
or (better still) a perfect lust.
o how glorious, glorious: a brand new need is born.
now we possess you. you’ll own that. you’ll own that.
now we possess you. you’ll own that in time.
now we will build you an endlessly upward world,
(reach in your pocket) embrace you for all you’re worth.

is that wrong?
isn’t this what you want?

–Vienna Teng


their lonely betters


As I listened from a beach-chair in the shade
To all the noises that my garden made,
It seemed to me only proper that words
Should be withheld from vegetables and birds.
A robin with no Christian name ran through
The Robin-Anthem which was all it knew,
And rustling flowers for some third party waited
To say which pairs, if any, should get mated.

Not one of them was capable of lying,
There was not one which knew that it was dying
Or could have with a rhythm or a rhyme
Assumed responsibility for time.

Let them leave language to their lonely betters
Who count some days and long for certain letters;
We, too, make noises when we laugh or weep:
Words are for those with promises to keep.

–W. H. Auden


Mysteries, Yes


Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous
to be understood.

How grass can be nourishing in the
mouths of the lambs.
How rivers and stones are forever
in allegiance with gravity
while we ourselves dream of rising.
How two hands touch and the bonds
will never be broken.
How people come, from delight or the
scars of damage,

to the comfort of a poem.

Let me keep my distance, always, from those
who think they have the answers.

Let me keep company always with those who say
"Look!" and laugh in astonishment,
and bow their heads.

–Mary Oliver


Matt Oliver


Sunday, April 13, 2014

not to worry


Nothing is lost,
nothing is created,
everything is transformed.

—Antoine Lavoisier


where there is One, there is bliss


It is the hand that lifts, but you say “I lift”.
The eyes see but you say, “I see”.
The nose smells, but you say, “I smell”.
All this is the power of the Self and yet you say, “I did it”.
That power belongs to God.

Who is this ego arrogating ‘I’?
He has no place in the palace, but once admitted inside, he
overrules the king and affirms his own existence.
After some enquiry, this ego’s existence is easily disproved.
Then the king once again affirms, “I am Reality.”

There is one thing about this condition – there is bliss.
If there are two, then there is pain.
Where there is One, there is bliss.

–Sri Siddharameshwar Maharaj


consider this ...


A physicist is just an atom’s way of looking at itself.

—Niels Bohr


we consist of that which is around us



We are the same as plants, as trees, as other people, as the rain that falls.

We consist of that which is around us.

We are the same as everything.



tell me


What in your life is calling you,

when all the noise is silenced,

the meetings adjourned,

the lists laid aside,

and the wild iris blooms by itself

in the dark forest,

what still pulls on your soul?


Saturday, April 12, 2014


Go deep into the sense of ‘I am’
and you will find. 

Take the first step first.
All blessings come from within.
Turn within.
‘I am’ you know. 

Be with it all the time you can spare,
until you revert to it spontaneously. 

There is no simpler and easier way.

–Nisargadatta Maharaj


pure no-thing



God is pure no-thing,
concealed in now and here:
the less you reach for him,
the more he will appear.

–Angelus Silesius

Love (Rescue)


Love means to learn to look at yourself
The way one looks at distant things
For you are only one thing among many.

And whoever sees that way heals his heart,
Without knowing it, from various ills.

A bird and a tree say to him: Friend.
Then he wants to use himself and things
So that they stand in the glow of ripeness.

It doesn't matter whether he knows what he serves:
Who serves best doesn't always understand.

–Czeslaw Milosz
The Way One Looks At Distant Things
Robert Hass translation

Love Sonnet XLIV


You must know that I do not love and that I love you,
because everything alive has its two sides;
a word is one wing of the silence,
fire has its cold half.

I love you in order to begin to love you,
to start infinity again
and never to stop loving you:
that’s why I do not love you yet.

I love you, and I do not love you, as if I held
keys in my hand: to a future of joy—
a wretched, muddled fate—
My love has two lives in order to love you:
that’s why I love you when I do not love you,
and also why I love you when I do.

—Pablo Neruda
One Hundred Love Sonnets,
Stephen Tapscott translation


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