Silence is the language of God;
It is also the language of the heart.
Dag Hammarskjöld (via silencesounds)
Jiddu Krishnamurti. Thank you, silencesounds via: jcl2011
Words stand between silence and silence: between the silence of things and the silence of our own being, between the silence of the world and the silence of God. When we have really met and known the world in silence, words do not separate us from the world nor from other men, nor from God, nor from ourselves because we no longer trust entirely in language to contain reality.
Thomas Merton (via silencesounds)
Emmanuel Sougez (French, 1889-1972), Rayons d’automne. Original vintage photogravure. c1938. Thank you, moonmoth & yama-bato.
Photographer unknown, The Star (Sculpture) by Alexander Stirling Calder,1914. Thank you, marsiouxpial.
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It's All Dhamma: Kahlil Gibran on Joy and Sorrow
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, “Joy is greater thar sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.
—Kahlil Gibran on Joy & Sorrow
From sharanam who added: “This was recited by my hospice coordinator (an incredible woman, a natural contemplative, an RN, full of love and vulnerability) in a meeting this morning, during which she shared a powerful story of being present with a woman and her husband, as he, a relatively young man, died in an instant—he had been breathing normally for the hour that they sat together—just 48 hours after getting a cancer diagnosis, thinking he went to the hospital with the flu.”
Thank you.
Charlie Haden & Pat Metheny | Spiritual from the album, Beyond the Missouri Sky, 1996. Thank you, couleurs & grooviejazz.
Presenting Parabola’s newest issue:
Suffering is as much a part of human life as tragedy is a part of drama. It involves pain and compassion, loss and discovery, guilt and redemption, conquest and surrender, hatred and love. The depths, heights and meanings of Suffering are the theme of the Spring 2011 issue of Parabola, ‘Where Spiritual Traditions Meet.’
The cover is graced by a photo of Robert Chodo Campbell, co-founder of the New York Zen Center for Contemplative Care. In “Five Full Minutes,” he gives a compassionate account of his visit to Africa’s first hospice program, Island Hospice, in Zimbabwe, where he shared the Center’s model and experience. In his search for “ways to teach students how to take their Buddhist practice off the cushion and out into the world to be of service to others,” he found extraordinary courage and dedication to sufferers in that impoverished country.
The issue also includes rare photos of the Dalai Lama by the great photographer Herb Ritts, as well as profoundly beautiful photos by Robert Mapplethorpe and Brian English.
Readers will find excerpts from Jeanne de Salzmann’s new book as well as messages from her son, Michel de Salzmann.
We learn the metaphysics of suffering from Charles Upton, go deeply into Thomas Merton’s view from Vanessa Hurst and receive insights from the Jewish tradition in a conversation with Jonathan Omer-Man and an article by Joshua Boettiger.
On an entirely different front, excerpts from the notebooks of Jack Kerouac inform us of his sense of mission in “this suffering world.” And we hear how the earth itself suffers in the disappearance of the rain forests from Jerry Toth, who writes from the bamboo research station of the Third Millennium Alliance deep in a jungle on the Pacific coast of Ecuador.
For further information, go to your local news dealer and visit www.parabola.org.
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Calvin: Look, a dead bird!
Hobbes: It must’ve hit a window.
Calvin: Isn’t it beautiful? It’s so delicate. Sighhh… once it’s too late, you appreciate what a miracle life is. You realize that nature is ruthless and our existence is very fragile, temporary, and precious. But to go on with your daily affairs, you can’t really think about that…which is probably why everyone takes the world for granted and why we act so thoughtlessly. It’s very confusing. I suppose it will all make sense when we grow up.
Hobbes: No doubt.
Bill Watterson, There’s Treasure Everywhere: A Calvin and Hobbes Collection (via liquidnight)
Brodsky & Utkin: A bridge above the precipice in the high mountain. Thank you, aperfectcommotion:, citiesofsound & jamiskoli.
