Friday, June 30, 2017

the bridge







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... your breath is a bridge between you and your body. Constantly, breath is bridging you to your body, connecting you, relating you to your body.

Not only is the breath a bridge to your body, it is also a bridge between you and the universe. The body is just the universe which is nearer to you.

If the bridge is broken, you are no more in the body. You move into some unknown dimension; then you can not be found in space and time. So, breath is also the bridge between you, and space and time.

Breath has two points.
One is where it touches the body and the universe, and another is where it touches you and that which transcends the universe.

We know only one part of the breath. When it moves into the universe, into the body, we know it. But it is always moving from the body to the "no-body," from the "no-body" to the body.

There are certain points in breathing which you have never observed, and those points are the doors.

Man is trying to reach further, from earth into space, and man has not yet learned the nearest part of his life ...


–Osho
The Book of Secrets




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spirit breath







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What is the deep listening? Sama is
a greeting from the secret ones inside
the heart, a letter. The branches of
your intelligence grow new leaves in
the wind of this listening. The body
reaches a peace. Rooster sound comes,
reminding you of your love for dawn.
The reed flute and the singer's lips:
the knack of how spirit breathes into
us becomes as simple and ordinary as
eating and drinking. The dead rise with
the pleasure of listening. If someone
can't hear a trumpet melody, sprinkle
dirt on his head and declare him dead.
Listen, and feel the beauty of your
separation, the unsayable absence.
There's a moon inside every human being.
Learn to be companions with it. Give
more of your life to this listening. As
brightness is to time, so you are to
the one who talks to the deep ear in
your chest. I should sell my tongue
and buy a thousand ears when that
one steps near and begins to speak.



–Rumi
from The Glance

Coleman Barks translation




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what i do






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What I wear is pants.

What I do is live.

How I pray is breathe.


–Thomas Merton



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blessed ones, whole ones






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You who let yourselves feel: enter the breathing
that is more than your own.
Let it brush your cheeks
as it divides and rejoins beside you.
Blessed ones, whole ones,
you where the heart begins:
You are the bow that shoots the arrows
and you are the target.
Fear not the pain. Let its weight fall back
into the earth;
for heavy are the mountains, heavy the seas.
The trees you planted in childhood have grown
too heavy. You cannot bring them along.
Give yourselves to the air, to what you cannot hold.



–Rainer Maria Rilke
Sonnets to Orpheus, Part One, IV



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the kingdom where pronouns are intertwined






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door of being, dawn and wake me,
allow me to see the face of this day,
allow me to see the face of this night,
all communicates, all is transformed,
arch of blood, bridge of the pulse,
take me to the other side of this night,
where I am you, we are us,
the kingdom where pronouns are intertwined,

door of being: open your being
and wake ....



–Octavio Paz
Sandstone (excerpt)




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Thursday, June 29, 2017

lesson





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Now this lesson is quite simply this, that any experience that we have through our senses, whether of sound or of light, or touch, is a vibration. And a vibration has two aspects, one called “on” and the other called “off”. Vibration seems to be propagated in waves and every wave system has crests and it has troughs. And so, life is a system of “now you see it, now you don’t”. And these two aspects always go together.

For example, sound is not pure sound, it is a rapid alternation of sound and silence. And that’s simply the way things are. Only you must remember that the crest and the trough of the wave are inseparable. Nobody ever saw crests without troughs or troughs without crests, just as you don’t encounter, in life, people with fronts but no backs. Just as you don’t encounter a coin that has a heads but no tails.

Just as the heads and tails, backs and fronts, the positives and the negatives are different, they are at the same time One. And one must get used to the notion that different things can be inseparable.


–Alan Watts



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you know ...





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The cosmos that you and I are experiencing right now, with trees, plants, peoples, houses, cars, stars and galaxies, is just consciousness expressing itself at one particular frequency.

—Deepak Chopra


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the spirit of a place





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Different places on the face of the earth have different vital effluence, a different vibration of chemical exhalation, a different polarity with the stars; call it what you like. 
But the spirit of a place is a great reality.


—D. H. Lawrence


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patterns of beauty repeat






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The physics of beauty requires math. The sunflower has spirals of 21, 34, 55, 89, and - in very large sunflowers - 144 seeds. Each number is the sum of the two preceding numbers. This pattern seems to be everywhere: in pine needles and mollusk shells, in parrot beaks and spiral galaxies. After the fourteenth number, every number divided by the next highest number results in a sum that is the length-to-width ratio of what we call the golden mean, the basis for the Egyptian pyramids and the Greek Parthenon, for much of our art and even our music. In our own spiral-shaped inner ear’s cochlea, musical notes vibrate at a similar ratio.

The patterns of beauty repeat themselves, over and over. Yet the physics of beauty is enhanced by a self, a unique, self-organizing system. Scientists now know that a single flower is more responsive, more individual, than they had ever dreamed. Plants react to the world. Plants have ways of seeing, touching, tasting, smelling, and hearing.

Rooted in soil, a flower is always on the move. Sunflowers are famous for turning toward the sun, east in the morning, west in the afternoon. Light-sensitive cells in the stem “see” sunlight, and the stem’s growth orients the flower. Certain cells in a plant see the red end of the spectrum. Other cells see blue and green. Plants even see wavelengths we cannot see, such as ultraviolet.
Most plants respond to touch. The Venus’s-flytrap snaps shut. Stroking the tendril of a climbing pea will cause it to coil. Brushed by the wind, a seedling will thicken and shorten its growth. Touching a plant in various ways, at various times, can cause it to close its leaf pores, delay flower reproduction, increase metabolism, or produce more chlorophyll.

Plants are touchy-feely. They taste the world around them. Sunflowers use their roots to “taste” the surrounding soil as they search for nutrients. The roots of a sunflower can reach down eight feet, nibbling, evaluating, growing toward the best sources of food. The leaves of some plants can taste a caterpillar’s saliva. They “sniff” the compounds sent out by nearby damaged plants. Research suggests that some seeds taste or smell smoke, which triggers germination.
The right sound wave may also trigger germination. Sunflowers, like pea plants, seem to increase their growth when they hear sounds similar to but louder than the human speaking voice.

In other ways, flowers and pollinators find each other through sound.
A tropical vine, pollinated by bats, uses a concave petal to reflect the bat’s sonar signal. 
The bat calls to the flower. The flower responds.


–Sharman Apt Russell
Anatomy of A Rose: Exploring the Secret Life of Flowers




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Dr. Bohumil Kröhn photo, 1937/38
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breadcrumbs





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If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency and vibration.

—Nikola Tesla


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read from right to left





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Like modern string theorists, the Dogon say that, conceptually, prior to existing as particles, matter exists as primordial threads being woven into matter, each thread passing through a series of 7 vibrations inside a tiny egg. The Po Pilu and it’s likely counterpart, the tiny, wrapped up bundles of seven dimensions in Torsion theory called Calabi-Yau Space. It is this component of matter that the Dogon Priests call the egg of the world and describe as a pivotal component of matter to be found in the world just 'below' ours. The vibrations inside this egg are conceived of a star of increasing length and are read from right to left, just like Egyptian glyphs.


–Laird Scranton
The Cosmological Origins of Myth and Symbol



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... are not words and sounds rainbows and illusive bridges between things eternally separated? –FN





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Whoever looks into himself as into vast space and carries galaxies in himself, also knows how irregular all galaxies are; they lead into the chaos and labyrinth of existence.

–Friedrich Nietzsche
The Gay Science
 

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Wednesday, June 28, 2017

part(ners





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The entire range of living matter on Earth from whales to viruses and from oaks to algae could be regarded as constituting a single living entity capable of maintaining the Earth's atmosphere to suit its overall needs and endowed with faculties and powers far beyond those of its constituent parts.

–James Lovelock


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extraordinary worlds







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The sadness I have caused any face
by letting a stray word
strike it,

any pain
I have caused you,
what can I do to make us even?
Demand a hundred fold of me - I'll pay it.

During the day I hold my feet accountable
to watch out for wondrous insects and their friends.

Why would I want to bring horror
into their extraordinary
world?

Magnetic fields draw us to Light;
they move our limbs and thoughts.

But it is still dark;
if our hearts do not hold a lantern,
we will stumble over each other,

huddled beneath the sky
as we are.

–Rumi
I hold my feet accountable




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listen






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If you are stone, be magnetic;
if a plant, be sensitive;
if you are human, be love.

–Victor Hugo
Les Miserables



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We lay in the dark, breathing together. The deepest intimacy ... –L.Gluck



Galaxy by Fritz Trautmann



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Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone—we find it with another.

–Thomas Merton


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For this is the truth about our soul…our self, who fish-like inhabits deep seas and plies among obscurities threading her way between the boles of giant weeds, over sun-flickered spaces and on and on into gloom, cold, deep, inscrutable; suddenly she shoots to the surface and sports on the wind-wrinkled waves; that is, has a positive need to brush, scrape, kindle herself, gossiping.

–Virginia Woolf
Mrs. Dalloway


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Love for This Book, excerpt






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We asked the ocean for its rose,

its open star, its bitter contact,

and to the overburdened, to the fellow human being, to the wounded

we gave the freedom gathered in the wind.

It’s late now. Perhaps

it was only a long day the color of honey and blue,

perhaps only a night, like the eyelid

of a grave look that encompassed

the measure of the sea that surrounded us,

and in this territory we found only a kiss,

only ungraspable love that will remain here

wandering among the sea foam and roots.


–Pablo Neruda
Clark Zlotchew/Dennis Maloney translation




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the sun turns like a pinwheel, excerpt






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The sun turns like a pinwheel.
It counts
its radiant, radioactive petals, ending always
in ‘love,’ an odd number—


—Oni Buchanan



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could have






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It could have happened.
It had to happen.
It happened earlier. Later.
Nearer. Farther off.
It happened, but not to you.


You were saved because you were the first.
You were saved because you were the last.
Alone. With others.
On the right. The left.
Because it was raining. Because of the shade.
Because the day was sunny.


You were in luck -- there was a forest.
You were in luck -- there were no trees.
You were in luck -- a rake, a hook, a beam, a brake,
A jamb, a turn, a quarter-inch, an instant . . .


So you're here? Still dizzy from
another dodge, close shave, reprieve?
One hole in the net and you slipped through?
I couldn't be more shocked or
speechless.
Listen,
how your heart pounds inside me.



–Wislawa Szymborska




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Tuesday, June 27, 2017

the price you pay






I heard a man say a poem once, he said,
All that lives is holy.’



—John Steinbeck
The Grapes of Wrath


 

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A cat, when it walks—did you ever see a cat making an aesthetic mistake? 
Did you ever see a badly formed cloud?
Were the stars ever mis-arranged? 

When you watch the foam breaking on the seashore, did it ever make a bad pattern? 
Never. 

And yet we think in what we do, we make mistakes. And we’re worried about that. 
So there came this point in human evolution when we lost our innocence. 

When we lost this thing that the cats and the flowers have, and had to think about it, 
and had to purposely arrange and discipline and push our lives around in accordance
with foresight and words and systems of symbols, accountancy, calculation and so on,
and then we worry. 


And this, though, also, is the price you pay for knowing that you know. For being able to think about thinking, being able to feel about feeling. And so you’re in this funny position. 

–Alan Watts 
The Nature of Consciousness





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everything done





 
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Now is the time for the world to know
That every thought and action is sacred.
This is the time
For you to compute the impossibility
That there is anything
But Grace.

Now is the season to know
That everything you do
Is sacred.


–Hafiz



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i want to say








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Of all the pitfalls in our paths and the tremendous delays and wanderings off the track I want to say that they are not what they seem to be. I want to say that all that seems like fantastic mistakes are not mistakes, all that seems like error is not error; and it all has to be done. That which seems like a false step is the next step.

–Agnes Martin
Writings









Imagine better than the best you know. —Neville Goddard






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I learned this, at least, by my experiment: that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.

–Henry David Thoreau
Walden: Or, Life in the Woods


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ask me, excerpt

 




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Some time when the river is ice
ask me mistakes I have made.
Ask me whether what I have done is my life.
Others have come
in their slow way
into my thought,
and some have tried to help or to hurt:
ask me what difference
their strongest love or hate has made.
I will listen to what you say.
You and I can turn and look
at the silent river and wait.
We know the current is there, hidden;
and there are comings and goings from miles
away
that hold the stillness exactly before us.
What the river says, that is what I say.


–William Stafford



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you are the music





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For most of us, there is only the unattended

Moment, the moment in and out of time,

The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight,

The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightning

Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply

That it is not heard at all, but you are the music

While the music lasts.


–T. S. Eliot



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looking closely






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Every particle of the world is a mirror,
In each atom lies the blazing light
of a thousand suns.
Cleave the heart of a raindrop
a hundred pure oceans will flow forth.

Look closely at a grain of sand,
The seed of a thousand beings can be seen.
The foot of an ant is larger than an elephant;
In essence, a drop of water 

Is no different than the Nile.

In the heart of a barley-corn
lies the fruit of a hundred harvests;
Within the pulp of a millet seed
an entire universe can be found.

In the wing of a fly, an ocean of wonder;
In the pupil of the eye, an endless heaven.
Though the inner chamber of the heart is small,
the Lord of both worlds

gladly makes his home there.



–Mahmud Shabestari




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The Square
Soekmin Ko
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Sunday, June 25, 2017

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

—Niels Bohr




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frothy wakings







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Tracks made by atomic particles from a particle accelerator, a device that speeds up the particles. The eye can’t see protons, electrons, and other subatomic particles, but a camera records their frothy wakes in a chamber of liquefied neon and hydrogen at the Fermi National Accelerator Laboratory in Batavia, Illinois. Physicists study the tracks to learn about the characteristics of the particles that produced them.  –National Geographic 1978








the stars write





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I am a man: little do I last
and the night is enormous.
But I look up:
the stars write.
Unknowing I understand:
I too am written,
and at this very moment
someone spells me out.



–Octavio Paz



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tighten to nothing







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All things
are too small
to hold me,
I am so vast
In the Infinite
I reach
for the Uncreated
I have
touched it,
it undoes me
wider than wide

Everything else
is too narrow
You know this well,
you who are also there


Tighten
to nothing
the circle
that is
the world's things

Then the Naked
circle
can grow wide,
enlarging,
embracing all



–Hadewijch, l or ll (13th Century)
Jane Hirshfield version
Women in Praise of the Sacred:
43 Centuries of Spiritual Poetry by Women





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