Thursday, November 27, 2014

grace, In Praise of Fertile Land


Thanks and blessings be
to the Sun and the Earth
for this bread and this wine,
this fruit, this meat, this salt,
this food;
thanks be and blessing to them
who prepare it, and who serve it;
thanks and blessings to them
who share it
(and also the absent and the dead).

Thanks and Blessing to them who bring it
(may they not want),
and to them who plant and tend it,
harvest and gather it
(may they not want);
thanks and blessing to them who work
and blessing to them who cannot;
may they not want - for their hunger
sours the wine and robs
the taste from the salt.

Thanks be for the sustenance and strength
for our dance and work of justice, and of peace.

–Rafael Jesus Gonzalez


anyone and someone


If anyone asks you
how the perfect satisfaction
of all our longing
will look, lift your face
and say,
Like this.

When someone mentions the gracefulness
of the night sky, climb up on the roof
and dance and say,
Like this?

If anyone wants to know what "spirit" is,
or what "God's fragrance" means,
lean your head toward him or her.
Keep your face there close,
Like this.

When someone quotes the old adage
about clouds gradually uncovering the moon,
slowly loosen knot by knot the strings
of your robe,
Like this?

If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead,
don't try to explain the miracle.
Kiss me on the lips,
Like this. Like this.

When someone asks what it means
to "die for love," point

If someone asks how tall I am, frown
and measure with your fingers the space
between the creases on your forehead.
This tall.

The soul sometimes leaves the body, then returns.
When someone doesn't believe that,
walk back into my house.
Like this.

I am a sky where spirits live.
Stare into this deepening blue,
While the breeze says a secret.
Like this.

When someone asks what there is to do,
light the candle in his hand.
Like this.

How did Joseph's scent come to Jacob?

How did Jacob's sight return?

A little wind cleans the eyes.
Like this.

When Shams comes back from Tabriz,
he'll put just his head around the edge
of the door to surprise us.
Like this.

Coleman Barks version


miracle fair


Commonplace miracle:
that so many commonplace miracles happen.

An ordinary miracle:
in the dead of night
the barking of invisible dogs.

One miracle out of many:
a small, airy cloud
yet it can block a large and heavy moon.

Several miracles in one:
an alder tree reflected in the water,
and that it's backwards left to right
and that it grows there, crown down
and never reaches the bottom,
even though the water is shallow.

An everyday miracle:
winds weak to moderate
turning gusty in storms.

First among equal miracles:
cows are cows.

Second to none:
just this orchard
from just that seed.

A miracle without a cape and top hat:
scattering white doves.

A miracle, for what else could you call it:
today the sun rose at three-fourteen
and will set at eight-o-one.

A miracle, less surprising than it should be:
even though the hand has fewer than six fingers,
it still has more than four.

A miracle, just take a look around:
the world is everywhere.

An additional miracle, as everything is additional:
the unthinkable
is thinkable.

–Wislawa Szymborska
Joanna Trzeciak version


perfect miracles


To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,

Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same,
Every foot of the interior swarms with the same;
Every spear of grass - the frames, limbs, organs, of men and women,
and all that concerns them,
All these to me are unspeakably perfect miracles.

–Walt Whitman

quin bond

Wednesday, November 26, 2014



seek only the knowledge
that un-ties the problems
of your life

seek it soon
your number is up

leave alone
what seems to be
but is not

seek what
seems not to be
yet it might

Nader Khalili translation


If you are falling …. dive. –Joseph Campbell


Inde, Madras, 1971 (Édouard Boubat)


The coincidence of the menstrual cycle with that of the moon is a physical actuality structuring human life and a curiosity that has been observed with wonder. It is in fact likely that the fundamental notion of a life-structuring relationship between the heavenly world and that of man was derived from the realization, both in experience and in thought, of the force of the lunar cycle.

The mystery, also, of the death and resurrection of the moon, as well as of its influence on dogs, wolves and foxes, jackals and coyotes, which try to sing to it: this immortal silver dish of wonder, cruising among the beautiful stars and racing through the clouds, turning waking life itself into a sort of dream, has been a force and a presence even more powerful in the shaping of mythology than the sun, by which its light and its world of stars, night sounds, erotic moods, and the magic of dream, are daily quenched.

—Joseph Campbell
Primitive Mythology


blessed ones


Celine Clanet


I always gaze at you in wonder, you blessed ones,
at your composure, –you who know
how to bear and delight in our transience,
your perfect demeanor in the face
of our vanishing beauty.

If only we knew how to truly blossom
we would race out beyond all lesser dangers
to be safe in that single great one.

–Rainer Maria Rilke


Tuesday, November 25, 2014

The Over-Soul, excerpt


The heart in thee is the heart of all; not a valve, not a wall, not an intersection is there anywhere in nature, but one blood rolls uninterruptedly an endless circulation through all… as the water of the globe is all one sea, and, truly seen, its tide is one.

–Ralph Waldo Emerson




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

—Jalalud’din Rumi


certain thoughts are prayers



Certain thoughts are prayers. 
There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body,

the soul is on its knees.

—Victor Hugo


Oh soul


Oh soul,
you worry too much.
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.

Of anything less,
why do you worry?

You are in truth
the soul, of the soul,
of the soul.



when the world looks back


You look at the world and it may seem whole or it may seem broken, but then the world looks back and some sort of reciprocity that is not romantic and is not of any school of poetry or any single denomination happens, and in our absolute attention we feel attended to: for here there is no place that does not see you.
You must change your life.

–Rainer Maria Rilke


milky night


Through what roads and how did you find my soul?
Who taught you the steps that would lead you to me?
What flower, what stone, what smoke revealed my abode?

–Pablo Neruda

 Martin Marcisovsky

Monday, November 24, 2014

one dream


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


the dark night


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

white northern lights, finland





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


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

–Rainer Maria Rilke


Sunday, November 23, 2014

so. fab.


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








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) 


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…

earth spirit


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





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.





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


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


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.

Version by Coleman Barks 


Friday, November 21, 2014



There is a voice that doesn’t use words.




behind all words


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


The Three Oddest Words


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


A Brighter Word Than Bright


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


says fox


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


Thursday, November 20, 2014

not to worry


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

–Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj


wakey, wakey


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