“Sacred space is a space
that is transparent
and everything within
such a space furnishes
a base for meditation,
even for the youngest child.
When you enter
through the door,
everything within such
a space is symbolic,
the whole world
and spiritual life is possible.
This is a place where
you can go and feel safe
and bring forth what you are
and what you might be.
This is the place of
At first you might find
that nothing happens there.
But if you have a
sacred place and use it,
you will eventually
again and again.”
—Joseph Campbell, Mythologist / Author (1904-1987)
Thank you to the sublime Tao of Photography.
John Tavener - Eternal Memory for Solo and Cello Strings. With Great Peace and Serenity. Thank you, silencesounds.
And another regrettable thing about death
is the ceasing of your own brand of magic,
which took a whole life to develop and market -
the quips, the witticisms, the slant
adjusted to a few, those loved ones nearest
the lip of the stage, their soft faces blanched
in the footlight glow, their laughter close to tears,
their tears confused with their diamond earrings,
their warm pooled breath in and out with your heartbeat,
their response and your performance twinned.
The jokes over the phone. The memories packed
in the rapid-access file. The whole act.
Who will do it again? That’s it: no one
imitators and descendants aren’t the same.
Today from the river.