Saturday, May 30, 2009

Hanalei Kauai Bonfire

I'm here in my mind.

Thursday, May 28, 2009

The Earth & the Heaven


The Earth & the Heaven, originally uploaded by Catch the dream.

I saw Sorrow
holding a cup of pain.
I said, hey sorrow,
sorry to see you this way.
What's troubling you?
What's with the cup?
Sorrow said,
what else can I do?
All this Joy that you have brought to the world has killed my business completely.
~Rumi

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Dandy


Dandy, originally uploaded by D.P. Rubino.

The Seed Market

Can you find another market like this?
Where, with your one rose
you can buy hundreds of rose gardens?

Where,
for one seed
get a whole wilderness?

For one weak breath,
a divine wind?

You've been fearful
of being absorbed in the ground,
or drawn up by the air.

Now, your waterbead lets go
and drops into the ocean,
where it came from.

It no longer has the form it had,
but it's still water.
The essence is the same.

This giving up is not a repenting.
It's a deep honoring of yourself.

When the ocean comes to you
as a lover,
marry at once,
quickly,
for God's sake!

Don't postpone it!
Existence has no better gift.

No amount of searching will find this.

A perfect falcon,
for no reason
has landed on your shoulder,
and become yours.

~ The Essential Rumi, page 153. Translated by Coleman Barks.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

61 laps around the Sun

Alive_.jpg Champion picture by fastdarter

I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round as the moon, to stare up.
I want to be looking at them when they come
Picking among the dumb minerals, the roots.
I see them already-the pale, star-distance faces.
Now they are nothing, they are not even babies.
I imagine them without fathers or mothers, like the first gods.
They will wonder if I was important.


~Sylvia Plath, "Last Words"

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Three of a kind.



Some Song or Something

Birdsong brings relief
to my longing.

I am just as ecstatic as they are,
but with nothing to say.

Please, universal soul, practice
some song, or something, through me.


Year With Rumi by Coleman Barks


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Friday, May 15, 2009

Temple of my heart - (music : Medwyn Goodall )

Buoyance

I saw you and became empty.
This emptiness, more beautiful than existence,
it obliterates existence, and yet when it comes,
existence thrives and creates more existence.

To praise is to praise
how one surrenders to the emptiness.

To praise the sun is to praise your own eyes.
Praise, the ocean. What we say, a little ship.

So the sea-journey goes on, and who knows where?
Just to be held by the ocean is the best luck
we could have. It is a total waking-up.

Why should we grieve that we have been sleeping ?
It does not matter how long we’ve been unconscious.
We are groggy, but let the guilt go.

Feel the motions of tenderness
around you, the bouyancy.

A Year With Rumi by Coleman Barks

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Wednesday, May 13, 2009

HAWAII 2008


HAWAII 2008, originally uploaded by fcdsurfboards.

Frozen in a perfect moment of bliss.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

WHEREVER THE BIG FISH BITE


WHEREVER THE BIG FISH BITE, originally uploaded by i b u.

Chapter 60

1. Governing a great state is like cooking small fish.

2. Let the kingdom be governed according to the Tao, and the manes of the departed will not manifest their spiritual energy. It is not that those manes have not that spiritual energy, but it will not be employed to hurt men. It is not that it could not hurt men, but neither does the ruling sage hurt them.

3. When these two do not injuriously affect each other, their good influences converge in the virtue (of the Tao).

The Tao Teh King [Daodejing],
Or The Tao And Its Characteristics
by Lao-Tse [Lao Zi]
Translated by James Legge (1815-1897)

Saturday, May 2, 2009

A Dream within a Dream - Alan Parsons Project

"Tales of Mystery and Imagination
Edgar Allan Poe" (Narration Orson Welles)

For my own part, I have never had a thought
Which I could not set down in words
With even more distinctness that which I conceived it.
There is however a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy
Which are not thoughts and to which as yet
I have found it absolutely impossible to adapt to language.
These fancies arise in the soul,
Alas how rarely, only at epochs
Of most intense tranquillity
When the bodily and mental health are in perfection.
And those mere points of time
When the confines of the waking world
Blend with the world of dreams.
And so I captured this fancy
Where all that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

Friday, May 1, 2009

Mind Games


Mind Games, originally uploaded by mariegriffin.

You can outdistance that which is running after you, but not what is running inside you. –Rwandan proverb