Monday, October 3, 2011

this rain





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Some Sunday afternoon, it may be,
you are sitting under your porch roof,
looking down through the trees
to the river, watching the rain.  The circles
make by the raindrops' striking
expand, intersect, dissolve,

and suddenly (for you are getting on
now, and much of your life is memory)
the hands of the dead, who have been here
with you, rest upon you tenderly
as the rain rests shining
upon the leaves.  And you think then

(for thought will come) of the strangeness
of the thought of Heaven, for now
you have imagined yourself there,
remembering with longing this 
happiness, this rain.  Sometimes here
we are there, and there is no death.





~ Wendell Berry
from A Timbered Choir
photo by laffy4k






Saturday, October 1, 2011

the great harvest





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Consider the vast crop is thus annually shed upon the earth.  
This, more than any mere grain or seed, is the great harvest of the year.  
This annual decay and death, this dying by inches, 
before the whole tree at last lies down and turns to soil.  
As trees shed their leaves, so deer their horns, and men their hair or nails.  
The year's great crop.   
I am more interested in it than in the English grass alone or in the corn.  
It prepares the virgin mold for future cornfields on which the earth fattens.  
They teach us how to die.



~ Henry David Thoreau
from his journal entry, 1853




the wren from Carolina





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Just now the wren from Carolina buzzed
through the neighbor's hedge
a line of grace notes I couldn't even write down
much less sing.

Now he lifts his chestnut colored throat
and delivers such a cantering praise -
for what?
For the early morning, the taste of the spider,

for his small cup of life
that he drinks from every day, knowing it will refill.
All things are inventions of holiness.
Some more rascally than others.

I'm on that list too,
though I don't know exactly where.
But every morning, there's my own cup of gladness,
and there's that wren in the hedge, above me, with his

blazing song.




~ Mary Oliver
from Why I Wake Early




Thursday, September 29, 2011

overtone





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Some listening were certain they could hear
through the notes summoned from the strings one more
following at a distance low but clear
a resonance never part of the score
not noticed during the rehearsals nor
prayed into the performance and yet here
with the first note it had been waiting for
holding silent the iced minors of fear
the key of grief the mourning from before
the names were read of those no longer there
that sound of what made no sound any more
made up the cords that in a later year
some still believed that they could overhear
echoing music played during a war






~ W.S. Merwin
from The Pupil






the pear




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November. One pear
sways on the tree past leaves, past reason.
In the nursing home, my friend has fallen.
Chased, he said, from the freckled woods
by angry Thoreau, Coleridge, and Beaumarchais.
Delusion too, it seems, can be well-read.
He is courteous, well-spoken even in dread.
The old fineness in him hangs on
for dear life. "My mind now?
A small ship under the wake of a large.
They force you to walk on your heels here,
the angles matter.  Four or five degrees,
and you're lost." Life is dear to him yet,
though he believes it his own fault he grieves,
his own fault his old friends have turned against him
like crows against an injured of their kind.
There is no kindness here, no flint of mercy.
Descend, descend,
some voice must urge, inside the pear-stem.
The argument goes on, he cannot outrun it.
Dawnlight to dawnlight, I look: it is still there.




~ Jane Hirshfield 
from Come, Thief
art by janis zroback







only a state of being



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There is in fact only one state, 
not two states such as the conscious and the unconscious there is only a state of being, 
which is consciousness, 
though you may divide it as the conscious and the unconscious. 
But that consciousness is always of the past, never of the present; 
you are conscious only of things that are over. 
You are conscious of what I am trying to convey the second afterwards, are you not? 
You understand it a moment later. 
You are never conscious or aware of the now. 
Watch your own hearts and minds and you will see that 
consciousness is functioning between the past and the future 
and that the present is merely a passage of the past to the future.

If you watch your own mind at work, 
you will see that the movement to the past and to the future is a process in which the present is not. 
Either the past is a means of escape from the present, which may be unpleasant, 
or the future is a hope away from the present. 

So the mind is occupied with the past or with the future and sloughs off the present. 
It either condemns and rejects the fact or accepts and identifies itself with the fact. 
Such a mind is obviously not capable of seeing any fact as a fact. 
That is our state of consciousness, which is conditioned by the past and our thought, 
is the conditioned response to the challenge of a fact; 
the more you respond according to the conditioning of belief, of the past, 
the more there is strengthening of the past.

That strengthening of the past is obviously the continuity of itself, which it calls the future. 
So that is the state of our mind, 
of our consciousness;a pendulum swinging backwards and forwards between the past and the future.







~ J. Krishnamurti
from The Book of Life






Wednesday, September 28, 2011

look at love






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look at love
how it tangles
with the one fallen in love

look at spirit
how it fuses with earth
giving it new life
why are you so busy
with this or that or good or bad
pay attention to how things blend

why talk about all
the known and the unknown
see how the unknown merges into the known

why think separately
of this life and the next
when one is born from the last

look at your heart and tongue
one feels but deaf and dumb
the other speaks in words and signs

look at water and fire
earth and wind
enemies and friends all at once

the wolf and the lamb
the lion and the deer
far away yet together

look at the unity of this
spring and winter
manifested in the equinox

you too must mingle my friends
since the earth and the sky
are mingled just for you and me

be like sugarcane
sweet yet silent
don't get mixed up with bitter words

my beloved grows right out of my own heart
how much more union can there be






~ Rumi
from Fountain of Fire
translated by Nader Khalili
art by klimt




Monday, September 26, 2011

no entity



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There is no entity separate from craving; there is only craving, there is no one who craves. 
Craving takes on different masks at different times, depending on its interests.

The memory of these varying interests meets the new, which brings about conflict, 
and so the chooser is born, 
establishing himself as an entity separate and distinct from craving.

But the entity is not different from its qualities. 
The entity who tries to fill or run away from emptiness, incompleteness, loneliness, 
is not different from that which he is avoiding; he is it. 

He cannot run away from himself; all that he can do is to understand himself. 
He is his loneliness, his emptiness; 
and as long as he regards it as something separate from himself;
 he will be in illusion and endless conflict. 
When he directly experiences that he is his own loneliness, 
then only can there be freedom from fear. 

Fear exists only in relationship to an idea, and idea is the response of memory as thought. 
Thought is the result of experience; and though it can ponder over emptiness,
 have sensations with regard to it, it cannot know emptiness directly. 

The word loneliness, with its memories of pain and fear, prevents the experiencing of it afresh. 
The word is memory, and when the word is no longer significant,
then the relationship between the experiencer and the experienced is wholly different; 
then that relationship is direct and not through a word, through memory; 
then the experiencer is the experience, 
which alone brings freedom from fear.






~ J. Krishnamurti
from The Book of Life





Sunday, September 18, 2011

nothing to gain









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There is nothing to gain. 
Abandon all imaginings and know yourself as you are. 
...

All craving is due to a sense of insufficiency. 
When you know that you lack nothing, 
that all there is, is you and yours, desire ceases.







~ Nisargadatta Maharaj



Saturday, September 17, 2011

like water






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The best, like water, 
Benefit all and do not compete. 
They dwell in lowly spots that everyone else scorns. 
Putting others before themselves, 
They find themselves in the foremost place 
And come very near to the Tao. 




~  Lao Tzu

reluctance







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Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.

The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.

And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch-hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question 'Whither?'

Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,

And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?





~ Robert Frost
with thanks to writers almanac






Friday, September 16, 2011

all things are empty








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All things are empty: 
Nothing is born, nothing dies, 
nothing is pure, 
nothing is stained, 
nothing increases and nothing decreases. 

So, in emptiness, there is no form, no feeling, no thought, no will, no consciousness. 
There are no eyes, no ears, no nose, no tongue, no body, no mind.
 There is no seeing, no hearing, no smelling, no tasting, no touching, no imagining. 
No plane of sight, no plane of thought. There is no ignorance, and no end to ignorance. 
There is no old age and death, and no end to old age and death. 
There is no suffering, no cause of suffering, no end to suffering, no path to suffering. 
There is no attainment of wisdom, and no wisdom to attain.




~ the heart sutra



Thursday, September 15, 2011

hunger





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A red horse crops grass,
A black crow 
delves bugs from a dirt pile.
A woman watches in envy what is so simple.





~ Jane Hirshfield



philosophy and religion





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...he who defines his conduct by ethics
imprisons his song-bird in a cage.
The freest song comes not through bars and wires. 

...he to whom worshiping is a window, to open but also to shut, 
has not yet visited the house of his soul whose windows are from dawn to dawn.

...if you would know God be not a solver of riddles.
Rather look about you and you shall see Him playing with your children.

...look into space; you shall see Him walking in the cloud, 
outstretching His arms in the lightning and descending in rain.

...see Him smiling in flowers, and then rising and waving His hands in trees.






~ Kahlil Gibran
from The Prophet








Wednesday, September 14, 2011

solitude






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Let us look for secret things
somewhere in the world,
on the blue shore of silence
or where the storm has passed,
rampaging like a train.
There the faint signs are left,
coins of time and water,
debris, celestial ash
and the irreplaceable rapture
of sharing in the labour
of solitude and the sand.








~ Pablo Neruda
excerpt from On the Blue Shores of Silence