May 29 2009

as if it were a riddle

    We plan our lives according to a dream that came to us in our childhood, and we find that life alters our plans. And yet, at the end, from a rare height, we also see that our dream was our fate. It’s just that providence had other ideas as to how we would get there. [...]

May 28 2009

insanity


May 21 2009

look to this day

  Look to this day for it is life the very life of life. In its brief course lie all the realities and truths of existence the joy of growth the splendor of action the glory of power. For yesterday is but a memory And tomorrow is only a vision. But today well lived makes every yesterday a [...]

May 16 2009

kiss the earth

Kiss the Earth By Thich Nhat Hanh Walk and touch peace every moment. Walk and touch happiness every moment. Each step brings a fresh breeze. Each step makes a flower bloom. Kiss the Earth with your feet. Bring the Earth your love and happiness. The Earth will be safe when we feel safe in ourselves.        

May 15 2009

thoughts

    Thoughts When all thoughts Are exhausted I slip into the woods And gather A pile of shepherd’s purse. Like the little stream Making its way Through the mossy crevices I, too, quietly Turn clear and transparent. Zen Master Ryokan     Continue reading

May 14 2009

basho summer

  Spring is over, but I can tell it hasn’t been gone for long. Azaleas continue in bloom, wild wisteria hangs from the pine trees, and a cuckoo now and then passes by. I even have greetings from the jays, and woodpeckers that peck at things, though I don’t really mind-in fact, I rather [...]

Apr 30 2009

meditating

“We could say that meditation doesn’t have a reason or doesn’t have a purpose. In this respect it’s unlike almost all other things we do except perhaps making music and dancing. When we make music we don’t do it in order to reach a certain point, such as the end of the composition. If that [...]

Apr 18 2009

Qabbani: The perfume seen…


Apr 16 2009

Inspiration from e e cummings


Apr 13 2009

Inspiration from Emerson

  Or, possibly a poem by Bessie Stanley, 1905.