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 11, 2017

invitation







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



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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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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









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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