May 2011
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Everytime I Open My Eyes
Every time I open my eyes I invite the world to take shape and every time the world takes shape I’m invited to open my eyes and see the world raw, and naked, holding out its hand calling me into itself where I am taken into the transparency of things …
~Rupert Spira
With thanks to the awakened eye. There’s a video here as well.
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I think the names of colors are at the edge between where language fails and...
– A. S. Byatt (Thank you, theparisreview)
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“We do not know it because we are fooling away our time with outward and perishing things, and are asleep in regard to that which is real within ourself.”
—Paracelsus
Thank you, astroinquiry.
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A hundred times a day I remind myself that my inner and outer lives are based on...
– Albert Einstein: “What I Believe,” 1930. From ARCS in the summer issue of PARABOLA. (via parabola-magazine)
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How else could it have occurred to man to divide the cosmos, on the analogy of...
– Carl Gustav Jung (Thank you, theantidote, searaven & anotherword)
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it's all dhamma.: Stars →
Here in my head, language keeps making its tiny noises. How can I hope to be friends with the hard white stars whose flaring and hissing are not speech but a pure radiance? How can I hope to be friends with the yawning spaces between them where nothing, ever, is spoken? Tonight, at the edge of the field, I stood very still, and looked up, and tried to be empty of words. What joy was it, that...
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XXXVIII
The ocean said to me once, “Look! Yonder on the shore Is a woman, weeping. I have watched her. Go you and tell her this — Her lover I have laid In cool green hall. There is wealth of golden sand And pillars, coral-red; Two white fish stand guard at his bier. “Tell her this And more — That the king of the seas Weeps too, old, helpless man. The bustling fates Heap his hands with corpses Until he...
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Owning Everything
“You worry that I will leave you. I will not leave you. Only strangers travel. Owning everything, I have nowhere to go.” —Leonard Cohen
Thank you, sketchofthepast.
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In Praise of Non-Doing
“There were times when I could not afford to sacrifice the bloom of the present moment to any work, whether of the head or hand. I love a broad margin to my life. Sometimes, in a summer morning, having taken my accustomed bath, I sat in my sunny doorway from sunrise till noon, rapt in a revery, amidst the pines and hickories and sumachs, in undisturbed solitude and stillness, while...
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At present I absolutely want to paint a starry sky. It often seems to me that...
– Vincent van Gogh (Thank you, proustitute)
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Life is made up of moments, small pieces of glittering mica in a long stretch of...
– Anna Quindlen, A Short Guide to a Happy Life. Today in The River.
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Many films diminish us. They cheapen us, masturbate our senses, hammer us with...
– Roger Ebert (Thank you, theantidote, azspot, & redcloud)
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If I consider my state right now, I see that I have no real center of gravity,...
– Jeanne de Salzmann: The Reality of Being, 138. (Thanks again, acorda)
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Here in this vast landscape, swept by winds from the sea, I wonder if there is...
– Rilke, Worpswede, July 16, 1903 Letters to a Young Poet. Thank you to The Floating Library.
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“Remember yourself, from the days when you were younger and rougher and wilder, more scrawl than straight line. Remember all of yourself, the flaws and faults as well as the many strengths. Carl Jung once said, “If people can be educated to see the lowly side of their own natures, it may be hoped that they will also learn to understand and to love their fellow men better. A little...
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broken beautiful
“When the Japanese mend broken objects, they aggrandize the damage by filling the cracks with gold. They believe that when something’s suffered damage and has a history it becomes more beautiful.”
~Barbara Bloom. Thank you, Kirsten Liske for the submission.
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The Sound of the Bell →
parabola-magazine:
Among the tasks or “yogi jobs” a participant can volunteer for during silent retreats at the Insight Meditation Society, a major Buddhist meditation center in rural Massachusetts, the most resonant in every sense is the role of bell ringer. Before dawn and before every meditation session during the day, the bell ringers walk through the halls of a rambling brick building...
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When I am quiet, I feel strongly that I am one, that I am whole. I begin to feel...
– Jeanne de Salzmann: The Reality of Being, 134. (Thank you, acorda)
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Enlightenment is intimacy with all things.
– Dogen (Thank you, thetenthousandthings)
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Gimme Presence →
tinytruths:
I made something I think you might like. Next time you’re in need of a pause, a pat on the back or a bit of perspective, visit Gimme Presence. See what’s waiting there for you. Want more presence? Click the gift. If you dig it, pass it on. Got presence to give? I’m rounding up additional content over at gimmepresence@gmail.com, and I’d be honored if you’d add your witty wisdom to...
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The universe is a self-surprising arrangement, so as to avoid the monotony and...
– Alan Watts. Today in the River.
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