Tuesday, June 28, 2016

imagine






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Imagine if all the tumult of the body were to quiet down,
along with our busy thoughts.
 
Imagine if all things that are perishable grew still.
 
And imagine if that moment were to go on and on,
leaving behind all other sights and sounds but this one vision which ravishes and absorbs and fixes the beholder
in joy,
 
so that the rest of eternal life were like that moment of
illumination, which leaves us
breathless.


–Saint Augustine


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Monday, June 27, 2016

observation






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The day is coming when a single carrot, freshly observed,
will set off a revolution.



—Paul Cezanne


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The only things we can ever perceive…are our perceptions. –George Berkeley




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In reality, time and space exist in you; you do not exist in them. They are modes of perception, but they are not the only ones. Time and space are like words written on paper; the paper is real, the words merely a convention.

–Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj


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Never lose hope, my heart, miracles dwell in the invisible. –Rumi





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To begin to understand the gorgeous fever that is consciousness, we must try to understand the senses - how they evolved, how they can be extended, what their limits are, to which ones we have attached taboos, and what they can teach us about the ravishing world we have the privilege to inhabit.


–Diane Ackerman

A Natural History of the Senses







doorways

 


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Scattered through the ordinary world there are books and artifacts and perhaps people who are like doorways into impossible realms, of impossible and contradictory truth.

–Jorge Luis Borges


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You have been visited by the love owl. A special person will come into your life soon ... :-)






ok, put the kettle on






Sunday, June 26, 2016

this is for you






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I've always loved friends of the Way
Always held them dear
Meeting a stranger with silent springs
Greeting a guest talking zen
Talking about mysteries on a moonlit night
Searching for truth until dawn
When the tracks of our inventions
disappear and we see who we really are.

–Han Shan (Cold Mountain)


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rttc
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rainbows and bridges





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How charming it is that there are words and sounds: are not words and sounds rainbows and illusive bridges between things eternally separated?

–Friedrich Nietzsche


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a sweet question






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The moon came to me last night
With a sweet question.

She said,
“The sun has been my faithful lover
For millions of years.

Whenever I offer my body to him
Brilliant light pours from his heart.

Thousands then notice my happiness
And delight in pointing
toward my beauty.

Hafiz,
Is it true that our destiny
Is to turn into Light
Itself?”

And I replied,
"Dear moon,
Now that your love is maturing,
We need to sit together
Close like this more often

So I might instruct you
How to become
Who you
Are!"


–Hafiz



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you know ...






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I have been loving you a little more every minute since this morning.

–Victor Hugo


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in fact





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In fact, my soul and yours are the same.

You appear in me, I appear in you.

We hide in each other.



–Rumi

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Monday, April 25, 2016

silently if, out of not knowable







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silently if, out of not knowable
night's utmost nothing,wanders a little guess
(only which is this world)more my life does
not leap than with the mystery your smile
sings or if(spiralling as luminous
they climb oblivion)voices who are dreams,
less into heaven certainly earth swims
than each my deeper death becomes your kiss
losing through you what seemed myself,i find
selves unimaginably mine;beyond
sorrow's own joys and hoping's very fears
yours is the light by which my spirit's born:
yours is the darkness of my soul's return
-you are my sun,my moon,and all my stars


–E. E. Cummings



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Ars Magnetica





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From so much loving and journeying, books emerge.
And if they don’t contain kisses or landscapes,
if they don’t contain a man with his hands full,
if they don’t contain a woman in every drop,
hunger, desire, anger, roads,
they are no use as a shield or a bell:
they have no eyes, and won’t be able to open them,
they have the dead sound of precepts.

I loved the entangling of flesh,
and out of blood and love I carved my poems.
In hard earth I brought a rose to flower,
fought over by fire and dew.

That’s how I could keep on singing.


–Pablo Neruda



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Put out my eyes, and I can see you still;
slam my ears to, and I can hear you yet;
and without any feet can go to you;
and tongueless, I can conjure you at will.

Break off my arms, I shall take hold of you
and grasp you with my heart as with a hand;
arrest my heart, my brain will beat as true;
and if you set this brain of mine afire,
upon my blood I then will carry you.



–Rainer Maria Rilke
from The Book of Hours



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The Over-Soul, excerpt






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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


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to kiss a forehead is to erase worry





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To kiss a forehead is to erase worry.
I kiss your forehead.

To kiss the eyes is to lift sleeplessness.
I kiss your eyes.

To kiss the lips is to drink water.
I kiss your lips.

To kiss a forehead is to erase memory.
I kiss your forehead.


–Marina Tsvetaeva



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Sorrow Arrow, excerpt






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You sit in your body, quietly making blood
Wild blood
Bird of the world


–Emily Kendal Frey


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feast





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Sons and daughters of the earth, steep yourself in the sea of matter, bathe in its fiery waters, for it is the source of your life and your youthfulness.
You thought you could do without it because the power of thought has been kindled in you? You hoped that the more thoroughly you rejected the tangible, the closer you would be to spirit: that you would be more divine if you lived in the world of pure thought, or at least more angelic if you fled the corporeal? Well, you were like to have perished of hunger.
You must have oil for your limbs, blood for your veins, water for your soul, the world of reality for your intellect: do you not see that the very law of your own nature makes these a necessity for you?


–Pierre Teilhard de Chardin



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Sunday, April 24, 2016

for the time being





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Ours is a planet sown in beings. Our generations overlap like shingles. We don't fall in rows like hay, but we fall. Once we get here, we spend forever on the globe, most of it tucked under. While we breathe, we open time like a path in the grass. We open time as a boat's stem slits the crest of the present.
 
Annie Dillard

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intimate space






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What birds plunge through is not the intimate space,
in which you see all Forms intensified.
(In the Open, denied, you would lose yourself,
would disappear into that vastness.)

Space reaches from us and translates Things:
to become the very essence of a tree,
throw inner space around it, from that space
that lives in you. 
Encircle it with restraint.
It has no limits. For the first time, shaped
in your renouncing, it becomes fully tree.


–Rainer Maria Rilke
Gabriel Caffrey translation





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this is what I believe





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This is what I believe: That I am I.

That my soul is a dark forest.

That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest.

That gods, strange gods, come forth from the forest into the clearing of my known self, and then go back.

That I must have the courage to let them come and go.



—D. H. Lawrence



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Photo Beth Moon,
Ancient Trees: Portraits Of Time 

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Friday, April 22, 2016

when faces called flowers float out of the ground







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when faces called flowers float out of the ground
and breathing is wishing and wishing is having-
but keeping is downward and doubting and never
-it’s april(yes,april;my darling)it’s spring!
yes the pretty birds frolic as spry as can fly
yes the little fish gambol as glad as can be
(yes the mountains are dancing together)

when every leaf opens without any sound
and wishing is having and having is giving-
but keeping is doting and nothing and nonsense
-alive;we’re alive,dear:it’s(kiss me now)spring!
now the pretty birds hover so she and so he
now the little fish quiver so you and so i
(now the mountains are dancing, the mountains)

when more than was lost has been found has been found
and having is giving and giving is living-
but keeping is darkness and winter and cringing
-it’s spring(all our night becomes day)o,it’s spring!
all the pretty birds dive to the heart of the sky
all the little fish climb through the mind of the sea
(all the mountains are dancing;are dancing)


–E. E. Cummings



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not to worry





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Live with skillful nonchalance and ceaseless concern.

–Prajnaparamita Sutra



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you are that





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Be a good animal, true to your instincts.

–D. H. Lawrence
The White Peacock



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something grand

 



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The sun and stars that float in the open air... the appleshaped earth and we upon it... surely the drift of them is something grand;

I do not know what it is except that it is grand, and that it is happiness,
And that the enclosing purport of us here is not a speculation, or bon-mot or reconnoissance,

And that it is not something which by luck may turn out well for us, and without luck must be a failure for us,

And not something which may yet be retracted in a certain contingency.


–Walt Whitman



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strive for this


 




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Let your love flow outward through the universe,
To its height, its depth, its broad extent,
A limitless love, without hatred or enmity.

Then as you stand or walk,
Sit or lie down,
As long as you are awake,
Strive for this with a one-pointed mind;

Your life will bring heaven to earth.


–The Sutta-Nipāta



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so much love





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The earth turned to bring us closer,
it spun on itself and within us,
and finally joined us together in this dream
as written in the Symposium.
Nights passed by, snowfalls and solstices;
time passed in minutes and millennia.
An ox cart that was on its way to Nineveh
arrived in Nebraska.

A rooster was singing some distance from the world,
in one of the thousand pre-lives of our fathers.
The earth was spinning with its music
carrying us on board;

it didn't stop turning a single moment
as if so much love, so much that's miraculous
was only an adagio written long ago
in the Symposium's score.

–Eugenio Montejo
Peter Boyle translation



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inevitable





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Each of us inevitable,
Each of us limitless --

Each of us with his or her
right upon the earth,

Each of us allow'd
the eternal purports
of the earth,

Each of us here
as divinely as any is here.

 

–Walt Whitman



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be light

 



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be light.
as minerals in the ground rise inside trees
and become tree,
as plant faces an animal
and enters the animal,

so a human
can put down the heavy
body baggage and
be light.


–Rumi
Coleman Barks version



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note to self





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Heaven and Earth are impartial;
they treat all of creation as straw dogs.
The Master doesn't take sides;
she treats everyone like a straw dog.

The space between Heaven and Earth is like a bellows;
it is empty, yet has not lost its power.
The more it is used, the more it produces;
the more you talk of it, the less you comprehend.

It is better not to speak of things you do not understand.



–Lao Tzu
from the Tao Te Ching
J. H. McDonald translation


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