Friday, December 31, 2010
New Year's Poem (Margaret Avison)
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Frank Herbert
Frank Herbert
Friday, December 24, 2010
Sutta Nipata
and the life of the candle will not be shortened.
Happiness never decreases by being shared.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Wisdom - A Prayer
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
God's Grandeur (Gerard Manley Hopkins)
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Macrina Wiederkehr "A Tree Full of Angels"
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Eudora Welty
their own order the continuous thread of revelation.
-Eudora Welty
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Advent Meditation
When Elizabeth heard Mary’s greeting, the child leaped in her womb. And Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit. —Luke 1: 42
I remember the first time Iplaced my hands on the pregnant belly of a friend and felt her child kick. Startled at the life I felt within, my hand jumped back. My friend laughed and in her eyes I saw such profound joy. I could not help but share in her happiness. In that tiny movement, I felt God. We so easily see a spark of the Divine in infants. It is so much more difficult to notice it in others. What would it look like if we recognized each person as a gift from God, a glint of God’s light come into our lives? We should dance in the street and greet each other as old friends from a Holy memory. It is in others that we can see another part of ourselves, reaching out for unity and kicking from the womb as if to say "I know you! And I am here as well!"
Elaine Warn, Diocese of Montana
O God, who created all peoples in your image, we thank you for the wonderful diversity of races and cultures in this world. Enrich our lives by ever-widening circles of fellowship, and show us your presence in those who differ most from us, until our knowledge of your love is made perfect in our love for all your children; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Barbara Brown Taylor "An Altar In the World"
GOOD IS THE FLESH THAT THE WORD HAS BECOME
Monday, November 22, 2010
John Donne, Holy Sonnet 14
John Donne
Monday, November 15, 2010
Conscience (Anna Kamienska
"I'm afraid to drop it."
"Nonsense. You've got good hands. Remember?"
Dorothy stood with the pot in her hands, which held the cool light weight of the shell. The moment it was between her fingers she felt it three-dimensional. It was a completely different thing if you measured it with your skin instead of your eyes. Its weight - and the empty air inside it - were part of it.
A.S. Byatt The Children's Book
(Anna Kamienska)
He stood wrapped in air
said as angels do
Have no fear
Then he proclaimed something in a language
I didn't comprehend
Lord how much we don't understand
of the most important things
then I was left alone
No one can know
how lonely it is
when an angel departs
The world is then immense open and empty
you lack voice to describe it
no hand is friendly enough
words are all mute and tethered
From now on even an eternity
is too short for awaiting
(translated by Grazyna Drabik & David Curzon)
Saturday, November 13, 2010
(Anna Kamienska)
I don't believe in the other world
but also I don't believe in this world
unless it is pierced by light
I believe in the body of a woman
hit by a car in the street
I believe in bodies
stopped in a hurry
in a gesture in mid-pursuit
as something long-expected
was about to happen
as if in an instant
sense was to lift up
its finger
I believe in a blind eye
in a deaf ear
in a lame foot
in a crease at the temple
in red fire on the cheek
I believe in bodies lying
in the trust of sleep
in the patience of old age
in the weakness of the unborn
I believe in a hair from the dead
left on a brown beret
I believe that brilliance
is multiplied miraculously
onto all things
Even the May bug
which fumbles about on its back
helpless as a little puppy
I believe that the rain
stitches sky to earth
and with the rain the angels
visibly descend
like winged frogs
I don't believe in this world
empty
like a railway station before dawn
when all the trains have gone
to the other world
The world is one
especially when it wakes up in dew
and the Lord walks about
among the bushes
of animal and human dreams
(translated by Tomasz P. Krzeszowski & Desmond Graham)
Thursday, November 11, 2010
into unconsciousness. Inner resistance is some form of negativity,
complaining, fear, aggression, or anger. This is important because
whenever you complain about what somebody else does you're already
beginning to fall into that trap of unconsciousness.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Shantideva's prayer
This is one of H.H. the Dalai Lama’s favourite prayers, extracted from “A Guide to the Bodhisattva’s Way of Life” by Shantideva, a Buddhist master from the monastic university of Nalanda, India and composed in the eighth century of the Christian era.
May all beings everywhere
Plagued by sufferings of body and mind
Obtain an ocean of happiness and joy
By virtue of my merits.
May no living creature suffer,
Commit evil, or ever fall ill.
May no one be afraid or belittled,
With a mind weighed down by depression.
May the blind see forms
And the deaf hear sounds,
May those whose bodies are worn with toil
Be restored on finding repose.
May the naked find clothing,
The hungry find food;
May the thirsty find water
And delicious drinks.
May the poor find wealth,
Those weak with sorrow find joy;
May the forlorn find hope,
Constant happiness, and prosperity.
May there be timely rains
And bountiful harvests;
May all medicines be effective
And wholesome prayers bear fruit.
May all who are sick and ill
Quickly be freed from their ailments.
Whatever diseases there are in the world,
May they never occur again.
May the frightened cease to be afraid
And those bound be freed;
May the powerless find power,
And may people think of benefiting each other.
For as long as space remains,
For as long as sentient beings remain,
Until then may I too remain
To dispel the miseries of the world.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
LUMINOUS TEASE
Change yourself in the way you want everyone else to change
Love your enemies in case your friends turn out to be jerks
Avoid thinking about winning the lottery while making love
Brainwash yourself before someone nasty beats you to it
Confess big secrets to people who aren't very interested
Write a love letter to your evil twin during a lunar eclipse
Fool the tricky red beasts guarding the Wheels of Time
Locate the master codex and add erudite graffiti to it
Dream up wilder, wetter, more interesting problems
Change your name every day for a thousand days
Exaggerate your flaws till they turn into virtues
Kill the apocalypse and annihilate Armageddon
Brag about what you can't do and don't have
Get a vanity license plate that reads KZMYAZ
Bow down to the greatest mystery you know
Make fun of people who make fun of people
See how far you can spit a mouthful of beer
Pick blackberries naked in the pouring rain
Scare yourself with how beautiful you are
Simulate global warming into your pants
Stage a slow-motion water balloon fight
Pretend your wounds are exotic tattoos
Sing anarchist lullabies to lesbian trees
Plunge butcher knives into accordions
Commit a crime that breaks no laws
Sip the tears of someone you love
Build a plush orphanage in Minsk
Feel sorry for a devious lawyer
Rebel against your horoscope
Give yourself another chance
Write your autohagiography
Play games with no rules
Teach animals to dance
Trick your nightmares
Relax and go deeper
Dream like stones
Mock your fears
Drink the sun
Sing love
Be mojo
Do jigs
Ask id
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
I
Do not
Want to step so quickly
Over a beautiful line on God's palm
As I move through the earth's
Marketplace
Today.
I do not want to touch any object in this world
Without my eyes testifying to the truth
That everything is
My Beloved.
Something has happened
To my understanding of existence
That now makes my heart always full of wonder
And kindness.
I do not
Want to step so quickly
Over this sacred place on God's body
That is right beneath your
Own foot
As I
Dance with
Precious life
Today
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
P.K. Page
His clumsy body is a golden fruit
pendulous in the pear tree
Blunt fingers among the multitudinous buds
Adriatic blue the sky above and through
the forking twigs
Sun ruddying tree's trunk, his trunk
his massive head thick-knobbed with burnished curls
tight-clenched in bud
(Painting by Generalic. Primitive.)
I watch him prune with silent secateurs
Boots in the crotch of branches shift their weight
heavily as oxen in a stall
Hear small inarticulate mews from his locked mouth
a kitten in a box
Pear clippings fall
soundlessly on the ground
Spring finches sing
soundlessly in the leaves
A stone. A stone in ears and on his tongue
Through palm and fingertip he knows the tree's
quick springtime pulse
Smells in its sap the sweet incipient pears
Pale sunlight's choppy water glistens on
his mutely snipping blades
and flags and scraps of blue
above him make regatta of the day
But when he sees his wife's foreshortened shape
sudden and silent in the grass below
uptilt its face to him
then air is kisses, kisses
stone dissolves
his locked throat finds a little door
and through it feathered joy
flies screaming like a jay
Monday, May 3, 2010
A real work, like a real love, takes not only passion but a certain daily, obsessive, tenacious, illogical form of insanity to keep it alive. Once you have experienced the real essence at the beginning of the affair with a work, the task, as in a marriage, is to keep the work, the company, the initial image with which we fell in love, alive. We want to be surprised again and again by where our work takes us and what kind of person we are becoming as we follow it. Like a love, or a sense of our selves, we can nibble and negotiate at the edges but the central core of the relationship is actually nonnegotiable. A real work cannot be balanced with a marriage in a strategic way, a little bit on that side, a little bit on the other; it can only be put in conversation with that marriage, as an equal partner. All the strategies for making them work together will come from understanding that central conversation. And what is that conversation? What is the thing called the self that drives home from a work and walks through the door into a relationship? Who is it who goes out the door in the morning and leaves a loved, a husband, a wife, a daughter, a home behind and looks to a new future in the day?
David Whyte, The Three Marriage: Reimagining Work, Self and Relationship
There would be no one to live for her during those coming years; she would live for herself. There would be no powerful will bending hers in that blind persistence with which men and women believe they have a right to impose a private will upon a fellow-creature. (Kate Chopin, The Story of an Hour)
She was not going through any acute mental process or reasoning with herself, nor was she striving to explain to her satisfaction the motive of her action. She was not thinking at all. She seemed for the time to be taking a rest from that laborious and fatiguing function and to have abandoned herself to some mechanical impulse that directed her actions and freed her of responsibility. (Kate Chopin, A Pair of Silk Stockings)
There were no words.
Words came out of the womb of matter
And whether a man dispassionately
Sees to the core of life
Or passionately sees the surface
The core and the surface
Are eventually the same,
Words making them seem different
Only to express appearance.
If name be needed, wonder names them both:
From wonder into wonder
Existence opens.
(Tao Te Ching, trans. Witter Bynner)
It means a mind able, through clarity, to choose a wise response. (Sylvia Boorstein)
Steadfast benevolence, sustained by the wisdom that anything other than benevolence is painful, protects the mind from all afflictions. (Sylvia Boorstein)
There seems to be a constant visiting dynamic in all stages of life where it appers that we get only the girl, the guy, the work, the job, the sense of self, or a participation in wider creation that we actually feel we are worthy of. (David Whyte)
In the Buddhist tradition the ability to be happy is often translated into english as "equanamity" roughly meaning to be equal to things, to be large enough for the drama in which we find ourselves. (David Whyte)
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
James Broughton
Everything that ever happened is still happening. Past, present, and future keep happening in the eternity which is Here and Now.
James Broughton
Some artists shrink from self-awareness, fearing that it will destroy their unique gifts and even their desire to create. The truth of the matter is quite opposite.
James Broughton
Perhaps the ultimate avante-garde position: to reach the place where you no longer lean on any object, any reference. Or, as with Krishnamurti, "the stairway without any railing." Then you might reach the sphere of the innate light, the Mother Light, the light of which all other lights are the children. Can you go past your dreams to the pure light of dreaming?
James Broughton