I have arrived. I am home.
In the here. In the now.
I am solid. I am free.
In the ultimate I dwell.
Monday, January 31
Wednesday, January 26
Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart. Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens.
Carl Jung
Monday, January 24
Wednesday, January 19
Monday, January 17
Sunday, January 16
You Call It Sap...
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
w.b.yeats
Friday, January 14
Thursday, January 13
The sentimental, Pablo Neruda lover that I am
I do not love you as if you were brine-rose, topaz,
or barbed carnations thrown off by the fire.
I love you as certain hidden things are loved,
secretly, between night and soul.
I love you like the flower-less plant
carrying inside itself the light of those flowers,
and, graced by your love, a fierce perfume
risen from earth, is alive, concealed in my flesh.
I love you without knowing how, whence, when.
I love you truly, without doubts, without pride,
I love you so, and know, no other way to love,
none but this mode of neither You nor I,
so close that your hand over my chest is my hand,
so close they are your eyes I shut when I sleep
p.neruda
Tuesday, January 11
Monday, January 10
Friday, January 7
I don't necessarily feel this today, but it's so beautifully written that I wanted to share it.
The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers. It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death, in ebb and in flow. I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life. And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.
Rabindranath Tagore:
from Gitanjali
Tuesday, January 4
It takes a lot of courage to release the familiar and seemingly secure, to embrace the new. But there is no real security in what is no longer meaningful. There is more security in the adventurous and exciting, for in movement there is life, and in change there is power.
Alan Cohen
Humor Me.
While I play with my webpage. Hey! It's all about entertaining you-remember that! You can always turn off the music if you don't like it. Right under the video are the controls.
painting by M. Prendergast