Tuesday, July 6, 2021

life's splendor







Life's splendor forever lies in wait 
about each one of us in all its fullness, 
but veiled from view, deep down,
 invisible, far off. It is there, though, 
not hostile, not reluctant, not deaf. 
If you summon it by the right word, 
by its right name, it will come.
 
 

  ~ Franz Kafka
from Diaries, 1910 1923
 
 
 

Friday, July 2, 2021

I was a tiny insect




I was a tiny insect. Now a mountain.
I was left behind. Now honoured at the head.
You healed my wounded hunger and anger,
and made me a poet who sings about joy.
 
 
~ Rumi


master of dance






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When a kid with Down’s Syndrome lumbers along
in a coat of clumsy, squinting to find
a level parade, treading mostly alone;
what do you make of this jack-of-no-trade?
 
Revulsion, compassion, empathy, fear,
anger or sadness because strangeness is near
- what do you reckon, or, what do you feel?
 
‘owbout respect for a teacher over there,
a mirror of openness, simpleness, now
enjoying a journey with others and me
as a master of dancing, exuberance,
 
and with a strange little question ‘What’s the real deal?’
like, your last day on earth, well, what will you choose
- one million dollars, a hug, celebration,
or smile?





~ John Lavan
more at real poems

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the tongue says loneliness





The tongue says loneliness, anger, grief,
but does not feel them.

As Monday cannot feel Tuesday,
nor Thursday
reach back to Wednesday
as a mother reaches out for her found child.

As this life is not a gate, but the horse plunging through it.

Not a bell, 
but the sound of the bell in the bell-shape,
lashing full strength with the first blow from inside the iron.





~ Jane Hirshfield
from Come, Thief




Wednesday, June 30, 2021

a zero between plus and minus

 
 
 

 
 
Discursive knowledge, knowledge by
Indirection passes away
And love, knowledge by direction,
Directly of another, grows
In its place. There exists a point
At which the known passes through
A sort of occulation,
A zero between plus and
Minus in which knower and known
And their knowledge cease to exist. 
Perfect love casts out knowledge.
...
 
"And what is love? said Pilate,
And washed his hands.
 
 
 
 
 
~ Kenneth Rexroth
from The Dragon and the Unicorn
 
 
 
 

Tuesday, June 29, 2021

vanished






.

The birds have vanished down the sky. 
Now the last cloud drains away. 

We sit together, the mountain and me, 
until only the mountain remains. 





~ Li Po (China, 701-762)
translated by Sam Hamill
from Yellow River: Three Hundred Poems from the Chinese





Monday, June 28, 2021

knocking

 
 
 

 
 
If there are a "chosen few"
then I am not one of them,
if an "elect," well then
I have not been elected.
I am one who is knocking
at the door.  I am one whose foot
is on the bottom rung.
But I know that Heaven's
bottom rung is Heaven
though the ladder is standing
on earth where I work
by day and at night sleep
with my head upon a stone.
 
 
 
 
~ Wendell Berry
from Leavings
 art by Wade M Flickr
 
 
 

Sunday, June 27, 2021

just so long

 



 
 

as freedom is a breakfastfood
or truth can live with right and wrong
or molehills are from mountains made
-long enough and just so long
will being pay the rent of seem
and genius please the talentgang
and water most encourage flame

 
as hatracks into peachtrees grow
or hopes dance best on bald men's hair
and every finger is a toe
and any courage is a fear
-long enough and just so long
will the impure think all things pure
and hornets wail by children stung

 
or as the seeing are the blind
and robins never welcome spring
nor flatfolk prove their world is round
nor dingsters die at break of dong
and common's rare and millstones float
-long enough and just so long
tomorrow will not be too late

 
worms are the words but joy's the voice
down shall go which and up come who
breasts will be breasts and thighs will be thighs
deeds cannot dream what dreams can do
-time is a tree (this life one leaf)
but love is the sky and i am for you
just so long and long enough

 
 
 

~ e.e.cummings


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plung







Friend, hope for the Guest while you are alive.
Jump into experience while you are alive!
Think...and think... while you are alive.
What you call "salvation" belongs to the time
before death.
 
If you don't break your ropes while you're alive,
do you think
ghosts will do it after?
 
The idea that the soul will rejoin with the ecstatic
just because the body is rotten -
that is all fantasy.
If you find nothing now,
you will simply end up with an apartment in the 
City of Death
 
If you make love with the divine now, in the next
life you will have the face of satisfied desire.
 
So plunge into the truth, find out who the Teacher is,
Believe in the Great Sound!
 
Kabir says this:  When the Guest is being searched for,
it is the intensity of the longing for the Guest that
does all the work.
Look at me, and you will see a slave of that intensity.
 
 
 
 
Kabir
art by Juna Biagioni




Saturday, June 26, 2021

the thought that we are separated

 
 
 
 

 
 
The chief thing that separates us...
 is the thought that we are separated.
 
 If we get rid of that thought, our troubles will be greatly reduced. 
We fail to believe that we are always with God
 and that is part of every reality. 
 
The present moment, every object we see,
 our inmost nature are all rooted in God. 
 
But we hesitate to believe this until our personal experience
 gives us the confidence to believe in it. . . . 
 
God constantly speaks to us through each other as well as from within. 
The interior experience of God’s presence activates our capacity to perceive
 the divine in everything else, in people, events, and in nature. 
 
We may enjoy union with God in any experience
 of the external senses as well as in prayer. 
 
 
 
 
~ Thomas Keating
 
 
 
 
 

for one thing leads to another

 
 
 

 
 
 Will the hungry ox stand in the field and not eat
of the sweet grass?
Will the owl bite off its own wings?
Will the lark forget to lift its body in the air or
forget to sing?
Will the rivers run upstream?

Behold, I say - behold
the reliability and the finery and the teachings
of this gritty earth gift.


2.
Eat bread and understand comfort.
Drink water, and understand delight.
Visit the garden where the scarlet trumpets
are opening their bodies for the hummingbirds
who are drinking the sweetness, who are
thrillingly gluttonous.

For one thing leads to another.
Soon you will notice how stones shine underfoot.
Eventually tides will be the only calendar you believe in.

And someone's face, whom you love, will be as a star
both intimate and ultimate,
and you will be both heart-shaken and respectful.

And you will hear the air itself, like a beloved, whisper:
oh, let me, for a while longer, enter the two
beautiful bodies of your lungs.


3.
The witchery of living
is my whole conversation
with you, my darlings
All I can tell you is what I know.

Look, and look again.
This world is not just a little thrill for the eyes.

It's more than bones.
It's more than the delicate wrist with its personal pulse.
It's more than the beating of the single heart.
It's praising.
It's giving until the giving feels like receiving.
You have a life - just imagine that!
You have this day, and maybe another, and maybe
still another.


4.
Someday I am going to ask my friend Paulus,
the dancer, the potter,
to make me a begging bowl
which I believe
my soul needs.

And if I come to you,
to the door of your comfortable house
with unwashed clothes and unclean fingernails,
will you put something into it?

I would like to take this chance.
I would like to give you this chance.


5.
We do one thing or another; we stay the same, or we
change.
Congratulations, if
you have changed.


6.
Let me ask you this.
Do you think that beauty exists for some
fabulous reason?

And, if you have not been enchanted by this adventure -
your life -
what would do for you?


7.
What I loved in the beginning, I think, was mostly myself.
Never mind that I had to, since somebody had to.
That was many years ago.
Since then I have gone out from my confinements,
though with difficulty.

I mean the ones that thought to rule my heart.
I cast them out, I put them on the mush pile.
They will be nourishment somehow (everything is nourishment
somehow or another.)

And I have become the child of clouds, and of hope.
I have become the friend of the enemy, whoever that is.
I have become older and, cherishing what I have learned,
I have become younger.

And what do I risk to tell you this, which is all I know?
Love yourself. Then forget it. Then, love the world.






Mary Oliver
from Evidence
art by Corinna Button
 with thanks to being silently drawn

 

 
 

Wednesday, June 23, 2021

skill seems like clumsiness



.
 

 
 
The greatest accomplishments seem imperfect,
yet their usefulness is not diminished.
The greatest fullness seems empty,
yet it will be inexhaustible.
 
The greatest straightness seems crooked.
The most valued skill seems like clumsiness.
The greatest speech seems full of stammers.
 
Movement overcomes the cold,
and stillness overcomes the heat.
That which is pure and still is the universal ideal.
 
 
 
 
 
Lao Tzu
from the Tao Te Ching
translation by j.h.mcdonald
.photo by Rodney Campbell
 
 
 
 

longing for the perfect






After we had loved each other intently, 
we heard notes tumble together, 
in late winter, and we heard ice 
falling from the ends of twigs. 

The notes abandon so much as they move. 
They are the food not eaten, the comfort 
not taken, the lies not spoken. 
The music is my attention to you. 

And when the music came again, 
late in the day, I saw tears in your eyes. 
I saw you turn your face away 
So that others would not see. 

When men and women come together, 
how much they have to abandon. Wrens 
make their nests of fancy threads 
and string ends, animals 

abandon all their money each year. 
What is it that men and women leave? 
Harder than wren's doing, they have 
to abandon their longing for the perfect. 

The inner nest not made by instinct 
will never be quite round, 
and each has to enter the nest 
made by the other imperfect bird.



~ Robert Bly
from Eating the Honey of Words
art by Rassouli


it's embarassing

 
 
 
 



Of course it’s embarrassing to not always be infinitely wise, 
but I feel that what we can offer each other is the truth of our growth process,
 and that means we fall on our face again and again.

Sri Aurobindo says, 
“You get up, you take a step, 
you fall on your face,
 you get up, 
you look sheepishly at God, 
you brush yourself off,
 you take another step, 
you fall on your face, 
you get up, 
you look sheepishly at God,
 you brush yourself off,
 you take another step…” 
 
and that’s the journey of awakening. 
 
 
 
 
~ Ram Dass
 photo by Abdul Gapur Dayak



 
 
 
 

when someone is seeking






.
"When someone is seeking," said Siddhartha,
 "it happens quite easily that he only sees the thing that he is seeking;
 that he is unable to find anything, unable to absorb anything,
 because he is only thinking of the thing he is seeking,
 because he has a goal, because he is obsessed with his goal.

...'someday' is illusion; it is only a comparison. ... 
The world, Govinda, is not imperfect 
or slowly evolving along a long path to perfection.  
 
No, it is perfect at every moment; ... 
I just love the stone and the river
 and all these things that we see and from which we can learn. 
 I can love a stone, Govinda, and a tree or a piece of bark. 
 These are things and one can love things.  
 
But one cannot love words. 
Therefore teachings are of no use to me;
 they have no hardness, no softness, 
nor colors, no corners, so smell, no taste - 
they have nothing but words.

  Perhaps that is what prevents you from finding peace, 
perhaps there are too many words, for even salvation and virtue.
 
  Samsara and Nirvana are only words, Govinda. 
 Nirvana is not a thing;
 there is only the word Nirvana."


.
 
~ Hermann Hesse
from Siddhartha