Sunday, February 26, 2017

stillness reconsidered






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To Taoism that which is absolutely still or absolutely perfect is absolutely dead, for without the possibility of growth and change there can be no Tao. In reality there is nothing in the universe which is completely perfect or completely still; it is only in the minds of men that such concepts exist.

–Alan Watts (1915 - 1973)



... gosh, his little lips! 
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Saturday, February 25, 2017

stellar






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I wish I could speak like music.

I wish I could put the swaying splendor
Of the fields into words
So that you could hold Truth
Against your body
And dance.

I am trying the best I can
With this crude brush, the tongue,
To cover you with light.

I wish I could speak like divine music.

I want to give you the sublime rhythms
Of this earth and the sky's limbs
As they joyously spin and surrender,
Surrender
Against God's luminous breath.

Hafiz Wants you to hold me
Against your precious
Body

And dance
Dance.


Hafiz



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Saturday, February 18, 2017

hymn





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listen





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The flute of the Infinite is played without ceasing, and its sound is Love.

–Kabir

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Friday, February 17, 2017

revelation






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You are the deep innerness of all things,
the last word that can never be spoken.
To each of us you reveal yourself differently:
to the ship as coastline, to the shore as a ship.


–Rainer Maria Rilke
Trans. by Anita Barrows



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Thursday, February 16, 2017

tickets






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The day I am killed
my killer will find
tickets in my pockets:
One to peace,
one to fields and the rain,
and one
to humanity's conscience.
I beg you--please don't waste them.
I beg you, you who kill me: Go.


Samih al-Qasim


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Sunday, February 12, 2017

Know Deeply, Know Thyself More Deeply






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Go deeper than love, for the soul has greater depths,
love is like the grass, but the heart is deep wild rock
molten, yet dense and permanent.

Go down to your deep old heart, and lose sight of yourself.
And lose sight of me, the me whom you turbulently loved.

Let us lose sight of ourselves, and break the mirrors.
For the fierce curve of our lives is moving again to the depths
out of sight, in the deep living heart.
But say, in the dark wild metal of your heart
is there a gem, which came into being between us?
is there a sapphire of mutual trust, a blue spark?
Is there a ruby of fused being, mine and yours, an inward glint?

If there is not, O then leave me, go away.
For I cannot be bullied back into the appearances of love,
any more than August can be bullied to look like March.

Love out of season, especially at the end of the season
is merely ridiculous.
If you insist on it, I insist on departure.

Have you no deep old heart of wild womanhood
self-forgetful, and gemmed with experience,
and swinging in a strange union of power
with the heart of the man you are supposed to have loved?

If you have not, go away.
If you can only sit with a mirror in your hand, an ageing woman
posing on and on as a lover,
in love with a self that now is shallow and withered,
your own self–that has passed like a last summer’s flower–

then go away–

I do not want a woman whom age cannot wither.
She is a made-up lie, a dyed immortelle
of infinite staleness.

–D. H. Lawrence
to his wife



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infinite distances


 



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Once the realization is accepted that
even between the closest human beings infinite
distances continue to exist, a wonderful living
side by side can grow up, 

if they succeed in loving the
distance between them which makes it
possible for each to see the other
whole against the sky.



–Rainer Maria Rilke


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Saturday, February 11, 2017

invitation







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Let us look for secret things
somewhere in the world
on the blue shores of silence.



...

I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.


–Pablo Neruda


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invitation






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Come to the orchard in Spring,
There is light and wine, and sweethearts
in the pomegranate flowers.

If you do not come, these do not matter.
If you do come, these do not matter.


–Rumi

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Friday, February 10, 2017

listen






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Out of a great need
we are all holding hands
and climbing.

Not loving is a letting go.

Listen,
the terrain around here
is
far too
dangerous
for
that.


–Hafiz


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Thursday, February 9, 2017

shade pouring in



 

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In the mango grove, shade poured into his black eyes, when playing as a boy, when his mother sang, when the sacred offerings were made, when his father, the scholar, taught him, when the wise men talked. For a long time, Siddhartha had been partaking in the discussions of the wise men, practicing debate with Govinda, practicing with Govinda the art of reflection, the service of meditation.

He already knew how to speak the Om silently, the word of words, to speak it silently into himself while inhaling, to speak it silently out of himself while exhaling, with all the concentration of his soul, the forehead surrounded by the glow of the clear-thinking spirit. He already knew to feel Atman in the depths of his being, indestructible, one with the universe.


–Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962)
Siddhartha









Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Friday, February 3, 2017

(though love be a day





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(though love be a day
and life be nothing,
it shall not stop kissing)

–E. E. Cummings



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Thursday, February 2, 2017

question





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It is every intelligent man's experience ... wrong-doing recoils on the doer sooner or later. Why is this so?
Because the Self is one in all.


When seeing others you are only seeing yourself in their shapes.

'Love they neighbor as thyself' means that you should love him because he is your Self.


–Ramana Maharshi
S. S. Cohen, 15th August, 1948



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