Saturday, November 15, 2014

drifting was becoming a passion





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We were thrilled anew by the expanse of swift water that was the Mississippi.  Drifting was becoming a passion. Though there was nothing new, nothing changed, we looked around each succeeding bend with undiminished interest.  No prospect was quite like any we had seen before; no landing was like another, each afforded new problems handling the boat; and when on shore, we climbed the bank or threaded the woods with keen expectation - of what, we could not say, but our zest for new shores and reaches of river was sharp as ever.  The details of drifting and landing, of each shore we explored, of towns, boats, people, even of the weather, remain vivid in our minds.





~ Harlan Hubbard
from Shantyboat Journal
edited by Don Wallis




Sunday, November 9, 2014

compassion







Joan Halifax

Friday, November 7, 2014

at home everywhere






In reality there is only the source, dark in itself,
making everything shine. 
Unperceived, it causes perception. 
Unfelt, it causes feeling. 
Unthinkable, it causes thought. 
Non-being, it gives birth to being. 

It is the immovable background of motion. 

Once you are there, you are at home everywhere.




–Nisargadatta Maharaj
from I am That
translated by Maurice Frydman



Saturday, November 1, 2014

no longer any shore







I do not cease swimming in the seas of love,
rising with the wave, then descending;
now the wave sustains me, and then I sink beneath it;
love bears me away where there is no longer any shore.


~ Al Hallaj
from Diwan al-Hallaj