28 August 2009
25 August 2009
24 August 2009
22 August 2009
|We have lost even this twilight.|
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.
I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.
Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand.
I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.
Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?
The book fell that always closed at twilight
and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.
Always, always you recede through the evenings
toward the twilight erasing statues.
// clenched soul, by the painfully-beautiful pablo neruda
17 August 2009
16 August 2009
15 August 2009
12 August 2009
08 August 2009
05 August 2009
04 August 2009
(04 july 2009, sister/cousin, bodhisattvas in training)
today was a cleansing day--
a sure way to realign your spirit:
drink a cup of coffee + read the dhammapada.
where there is desire,
happiness or sorrow-
whatever befalls you,
do not ask for family or power or wealth,
either for yourself or another.
can a wise man wish to rise unjustly?
few cross over the river.
most are stranded on this side.
on the riverbank they run up and down.
but the wise man, following the way,
crosses over, beyond the reach of death.
he leaves the dark way
for the way of light.
he leaves his home, seeking
happiness on the hard road.
free from desire,
free from possessions,
free from the dark places of the heart.
free from attachment and appetite,
following the seven lights of awakening,
and rejoicing greatly in his freedom,
in this world the wise man
becomes himself a light,
pure, shining, free.'
03 August 2009
'invention is mostly this kind of subtle, inevitable thing as people get closer to the beauty of their invention. they get narrower and more particular in it. invention has a lot to do with a certain kind of light some people have and with the print quality and the choice of subject. it's a million choices you make. it's luck in a sense, or even ill luck. some people hate a certain kind of complexity. others only want that complexity. but none of that is really intentional. i mean it comes from your nature, your identity. we've all got an identity. you can't avoid it. it's what's left when you take everything else away. i think the most beautiful inventions are the ones you don't think of.'
// diane arbus