Perhaps writing nothing at all is best today. A chill invests the air, after a few days of nearly summer-like warmth. This is April’s reversal, the point of the line in Eliot’s poem The Wasteland. “April is the cruellest month, breeding / Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing / Memory and desire, stirring…
Zhuangzi said to Huizi,“When Confucius was in his sixtieth yearhe changed his views.What he previously held to be truehe now regards as false.We do not know whether what he now holds to be trueis not what he regarded to be falsefor fifty-nine years.” Huizi replied, “Confucius is earnestin his pursuit of learning and acts…
Today is a special time to recognize those we care about most. Here are two thoughts that strike a note with me today. A metaphor can unlock a door that logic cannot budge. – Rob Brezsny Great societies decline when old men chop down forests meant to provide shade and oxygen for future generations…
1. Does heaven revolve continuously? 2. Does earth continuously abide in rest? 3. And do the sun and moon pursue one another? 4. Who guides and directs these movements? 5. Who holds them together and connects them? 6. Who is it that, without straining and effort, brings them about and maintains them?…
We visited the St Joe’s Silver Beach Carousel while on vacation. St Joseph is situated on a bluff overlooking Silver Beach. The beach is aptly named. Gazing west toward Lake Michigan which shimmers, a mystical presence, I am reminded of the “goodness,” to risk saying it plainly, of “the love” which is inscribed into life….
The Other mirrors the Self –the Other is our witness. The Other completes the Self –the Other gives us the key to the perception of the oneness-of-being. When we speak of being & consciousness, we point to the Self; when we speak of bliss we implicate the Other. The acquisition of language falls under…
See there! Surprised and pale does it stand – before the rosy dawn! For already she comes, the glowing one, — her love to the earth comes! Innocence, and creative desire, is all solar love! See there, how she comes impatiently over the sea! Do you not feel the thirst…
Perhaps I ought to let this go, pass on with nothing to say. And yet, the scene sketched here is cut diamond-like, an illustration of the paradox of our being. Homo sapiens is a troubled and a magnificent animal. I invite you to mindfully read, to consider… Love wishes to spare the other to…
Both within and beyondthe confines of historywe might imagine that we were listeningto a continual funeral oration: we have buried, and are still burying,all that we have loved best, our thoughts, and our hopes,receiving in exchange pride, gloria mundi—that is, the pomp of the graveside speech. It is thusthat everything is made good! Even…
“And love?”–What! Even an action for love’s sake shall be “unegoistic”? But you fools–! “And the praise of the self- sacrificer?” –But whoever has really offered sacrifice knows that he wanted and obtained something for it –perhaps something from himself for something from himself; that he relinquished here in order to have more there,…
