Thursday, October 21, 2021

i divide, in the sky, in the the seams, between the beams






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in a single teaspoon of ocean water one can find

a universe of plankton


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Is anyone there
if so
are you real
either way are you
one or several
if the latter
are you all at once
or do you
take turns not answering
is your answer
the question itself
surviving the asking
without end
whose question is it
how does it begin
where does it come from
how did it ever
find out about you
over the sound
of itself
with nothing but its own
ignorance to go by


—W. S. Merwin
To The Soul


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the narrow gate

 





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The first step in love is losing your head. After the petty ego you then give up your life and bear the calamity. 
With this behind you, proceed: polish the ego's rust from the mirror of your self. 
 
—Fakhr al-Din Iraqi
Love's Alchemy
David and Sabrineh Fideler version



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The truth is, indeed, that love is the threshold of another universe.


—Pierre Teilhard de Chardin



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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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Wednesday, October 20, 2021

if you love

 





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Your task is not to seek for love,
but merely to seek and find all the barriers
within yourself that you have built against it.

Then when you see what is around you as
not other-than-you, and all and everything as
the existence of the One;

when you do not see anything else
with Him or in him; but see Him in everything as yourself
and at the same time as the nonexistence of yourself;
then what you see is the truth.


—Ibn al-Arabi


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Love all.

Love all that has been created by God, 
both the whole and every grain of sand. 
Love every leaf and every ray of light.

Love the beasts and the birds, love the plants, 
love every separate fragment.

If you love each separate fragment, 
you will understand the mystery 
of the whole resting in God. 


—Dostoevsky



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Gregory Colbert
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say i am

 



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All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.

This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I’ll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I’m like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?
Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way.
Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.

This poetry. I never know what I’m going to say.
I don’t plan it.
When I’m outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.



—Rumi
Coleman Barks version



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for the children








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The rising hills, the slopes,
of statistics
lie before us.
the steep climb
of everything, going up,
up, as we all
go down. 
In the next century
or the one beyond that,
they say,
are valleys, pastures,
we can meet there in peace
if we make it. 

To climb these coming crests
one word to you, to
you and your children: 

stay together
learn the flowers
go light
 



—Gary Snyder  



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I will walk to a place with a high cliff, and camp by the lake there at evening, and study the grand firs and the nobles reflected in the water made still by the evening. 

I will sit by the fire and consider, and lie down to count stars, and sleep, and in sleep dream dreams of green bones. 

When the morning arrives, grey and cold, I will rise and walk to the high place, bringing with me a drum I have made, and a song for my scattered people. 

There, on the rock, where no one will hear, I will sing the sun up, and name names, and the names will be holy to me.


—Richard Bear
Hoedad (reforestation)



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the rest of this lovely thing is
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Tuesday, October 19, 2021

First Light Edging Cirrus

 





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1025 molecules
are enough
to call woodthrush or apple. 
A hummingbird, fewer.
A wristwatch: 1024
An alphabet's molecules, 
tasting of honey, iron and salt,
cannot be counted– 
as some strings, untouched,
sound when a near one is speaking. 
As it was when love slipped inside us.
It looked out to face in every direction. 
Then it was inside the tree, the rock, the cloud.


—Jane Hirshfield



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all things sing you

 





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The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.
 
—W. B. Yeats


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You come and go. 
The doors swing closed ever more gently, almost without a shudder. 
Of all those who move through the quiet houses, 
you are the quietest. 

We become so accustomed to you, we no longer look up when 
your shadow falls over the book we are reading and makes it glow. 
For all things sing you: at times we hear them more clearly. 

Often when I imagine you your wholeness cascades into many shapes. 
You run like a herd of luminous deer and I am dark, 
I am forest. 

You are a wheel at which I stand, whose dark spokes sometimes 
catch me up, revolve me nearer to the center. 

Then all the work I put my hand to 
widens from turn to turn. 


—Rainer Maria Rilke



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i am so glad and very

 






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i am so glad and very
merely my fourth will cure
the laziest self of weary
the hugest sea of shore

so far your nearness reaches
a lucky fifth of you
turns people into eachs
and cowards into grow

our can'ts were born to happen
our mosts have died in more
our twentieth will open
wide a wide open door

we are so both and oneful
night cannot be so sky
sky cannot be so sunful
i am through you so i


—E. E. Cummings



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Monday, October 18, 2021

The way the world actually is, is an enormously complex interrelated organism. —Alan Watts






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We huge many-celled creatures have to coordinate millions of different oscillation frequencies, and interactions among frequencies, in our bodies and our environment. Most of the coordination is effected by synchronising the pulses, by getting the beats into a master rhythm, by entrainment…

Being in sync—internally and with your environment—makes life easy. Getting out of sync is always uncomfortable or disastrous. Then there are the rhythms of other human beings. Like the two pendulums, though through more complex processes, two people together can mutually phase-lock. Successful human relationship involves entrainment—getting in sync. If it doesn’t, the relationship is either uncomfortable or disastrous…

Listening is not a reaction, it is a connection. Listening to a conversation or a story, we don’t so much respond as join in—become part of the action.


—Ursula K. Le Guin
Telling is Listening
The Wave in the Mind: Talks and Essays on the Writer,
the Reader, and the Imagination



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Being Singular Plural







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Between where you are now and where you’d like to be there’s a sort of barrier, or a chasm, and sometimes it’s a good idea to imagine that you’re already at the other side of that chasm, so that you can start on the unknown side.


—David Bohm


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Everything, then, passes between us. This “between,” as its name implies, has neither a consistency nor continuity of its own. It does not lead from one to the other; it constitutes no connective tissue, no cement, no bridge. Perhaps it is not even fair to speak of a “connection” to its subject; it is neither connected nor unconnected; it falls short of both; even better, it is that which is at the heart of a connection, the interlacing [l’entrecroisment] of strands whose extremities remain separate even at the very center of the knot. 
The ‘between’ is the stretching out [distension] and distance opened by the singular as such, as its spacing of meaning. That which does not maintain its distance from the “between” is only immanence collapsed in on itself and deprived of meaning.


—Jean-Luc Nancy


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notes to self






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Finally, you asked what you could do, how to behave. Please, take care of yourself. Seek out beautiful things, inspirations, connections and validating friends. Perhaps you could keep a journal and write stuff down. The written word can put to rest many imagined demons. Identify things that concern you in the world and make incremental efforts to remedy them. At all costs, try to cultivate a sense of humour. See things through that courageous heart of yours. Be merciful to yourself. Be kind to yourself. Be kind.


—Nick Cave

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As we are a doomed race, chained to a sinking ship, as the whole thing is a bad joke, let us, at any rate, do our part; mitigate the suffering of our fellow-prisoners; decorate the dungeon with flowers and air-cushions; be as decent as we possibly can.


—Virginia Woolf


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Sunday, October 17, 2021

all my relations














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Karl Jaspers calls the primal connection that the first people had with the universe Pre-Axial Consciousness.  David Suzuki finds this Pre-Axial Consciousness among aboriginal people today as well. "Aboriginal people do not believe they end at their skin or fingertips. The earth as mother is real to them, and their history, culture and purpose are embodied in the land. The aboriginal sense of the interconnection of everything in the world is also readily demonstrable and irrefutable scientifically." 

Indeed, the new quantum physics reveals, as Ilia Delio says, that "matter is not composed of basic building blocks but complicated webs of relations… . Interconnectedness lies at the core of all that exists." Interbeing should make total sense to you if you are a Trinitarian Christian, but most Christians never made the connection.



—Richard Rohr


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My grandma told me that the Universe is singing in the snowflakes, the raindrops, in the trees, the water, and all Creation. Physicists call this holistic holographic universe. Lakotas call it Taku Wakan Skan Skan/Mitakuye Oyasin, which means everything is connected and related in divine rhythm, vibration. Remember the Lakotas know that the song sings the singer. The Spirit sings the song.

—Basil Braveheart

 



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Arnhem Land Rock Art, Australia

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when logic won't quite do

 





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“Logic is a very elegant tool,” he [Gregory Bateson] said, “and we’ve got a lot of mileage out of it for two thousand years or so. The trouble is, you know, when you apply it to crabs and porpoises, and butterflies and habit formation” – his voice trailed off, and he added after a pause, looking out over the ocean – “you know, to all those pretty things” – and now, looking straight at me [Capra] – “logic won’t quite do … because that whole fabric of living things is not put together by logic. You see when you get circular trains of causation, as you always do in the living world, the use of logic will make you walk into paradoxes.” 

... He stopped again, and at that moment I suddenly had an insight, making a connection to something I had been interested in for a long time. I got very excited and said with a provocative smile: “Heraclitus knew that! … And so did Lao Tzu.”

“Yes, indeed; and so do the trees over there. Logic won’t do for them.”

“So what do they use instead?”

“Metaphor.”

“Metaphor?”

“Yes, metaphor. That’s how the whole fabric of mental interconnections holds together. Metaphor is right at the bottom of being alive.”


Fritjof Capra
Uncommon Wisdom: Conversations with remarkable people




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She asked him, ′′Tell me something nice!“






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He answered her, ′′(∂ + m) ps = 0 ′′

This is the equation of Dirac, the most beautiful equation in physics. It describes the phenomenon of quantum connection, which alleges that if two separate systems interact with each other over a certain period of time and then separate, we can describe them as two different systems, but they will already exist as one unique system. What happens to one will continue to affect the other, regardless of the distance between them. It’s called quantum intertwining or quantum connection. Two particles that were at some point connected remain connected forever, even if they are light-years apart. This is what happens to two people when they are connected by what we humans call Love.


—Unknown


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Saturday, October 16, 2021

clarity



 


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Love with no object. 
There is a way of loving not attached to what is loved.
  
Observe how water is with the ground, always moving toward the ocean, though the ground tries to hold water’s foot and not let it go.
This is how we are with wine and beautiful food, wealth and power, or just a dry piece of bread: we want and we get drunk with wanting, then the headache and bitterness afterward.
Those prove that the attachment took hold and held you back. Now you proudly refuse help. “My love is pure. I have an intuitive union with God. I don’t need anyone to show me how to be free!”
This is not the case. A love with no object is a true love.
All else, shadow without substance.
Have you seen someone fall in love with his own shadow? That’s what we’ve done. Leave partial loves and find one that’s whole.
Where is someone who can do that? They’re so rare, those hearts that carry the blessing and lavish it over everything.
Hold out your beggar’s robe and accept their generosity. Anything not coming from that will damage the cloth, like a sharp stone tearing your sincerity.
Keep that intact, and use clarity; call it reason or discernment, you have within you a deciding force that knows what to receive, what to turn from.

—Rumi 
Mathnawi III: 2248-80
Coleman Barks version



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love is not all

 

 




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Love is not all: It is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain,
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
and rise and sink and rise and sink again.

Love cannot fill the thickened lung with breath
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
even as I speak, for lack of love alone.

It well may be that in a difficult hour,
pinned down by need and moaning for release
or nagged by want past resolutions power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.

It may well be. I do not think I would.


—Edna St. Vincent Millay




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love is a place

 






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The Sky where we live
Is no place to lose your wings.

So love, love,

Love.


—Hafiz

 

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Friday, October 15, 2021

it(self


 



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It is by the action of consciousness becoming aware of itself that intelligence manifests itself, not when consciousness apprehends an inert object.

The one Self perceives itself within itself as the infinite consciousness. Taste the pure consciousness, which is, in truth, the very essence of all that exists, by resolutely renouncing objectivity of consciousness (all the concepts and precepts) and contemplating the changeless consciousness which is infinite.

Know that you are the essence of consciousness.

Be firmly established in this wisdom and discard the impure notion of ego-sense from your heart. When the pure heart contemplates the infinite space of consciousness, which is the source of all bliss and which is within easy reach of all, it rests in the Supreme Self.


—Yoga Vasistha
The Supreme Yoga
(selected verses)


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if you want

 





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God wishes to be known, 
And it pleases Him that
We rest in Him;
For all that is beneath Him
Will never satisfy us.
Therefore no soul is rested
Til it is emptied of all things
That are made
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When, for love of Him, 
It is empty, 
The soul can
Receive His deep rest.



—Julian of Norwich
(1342-c. 1423)
For He is the Very Rest



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Looking back over a lifetime, you see that love was the answer to everything. —Ray Bradbury






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A man who loves does not do whatever he likes. It is love alone that leads to right action. What brings order in the world is to love and let love do what it will.


—Jiddu Krishnamurti


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Thursday, October 14, 2021

Bodhisattva Prayer for Humanity






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May I be a guard for those who need protection

A guide for those on the path

A boat, a raft, a bridge for those who wish to cross the flood

May I be a lamp in the darkness

A resting place for the weary

A healing medicine for all who are sick

A vase of plenty, a tree of miracles

And for the boundless multitudes of living beings

May I bring sustenance and awakening

Enduring like the earth and sky

Until all beings are freed from sorrow

And all are awakened.



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solar halo with two sun dogs
good one from goodwin
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if you pray

 






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What we speak
becomes the house
we live in. 
Who will want
to sleep in your bed
if the roof leaks
right above it?

Fear is the 
cheapest room 
in the house,
I would like
to see you living
in better conditions.

There is only one reason
we have followed God
into this world:
to encourage laughter,
freedom,
dance and love ....

God and I are rushing
from every corner of 
existence,
needing to say
we are yours.

The sun never says
to the earth,
even after all this time
“you owe me”.

I once asked a bird
how is it that you 
fly in this gravity
of darkness?
she responded,
love lifts me.

I should not make 
any promises right now
but I know if you pray
somewhere in this world
something good 
will happen.


—Hafiz
Daniel Ladinsky and
Robert Bly versions



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