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A break, for the weekend, and rehearsals; the next post will be on Monday, January 12.

 

 

 

Friday, January 9, 2015

 

raindrops

 

 

 

 

 

morning rain

 

The dawn light. A light rain.
I hear it on the treetop leaves.
Then, the mist. The morning wind
blows it and the clouds away.

Now colours deepen, and a sense of grace:
the presence of water.
And then, across the landscape
the smell of morning rain.

 

Du Fu (712-770 AD) tr. Tom Davis

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

Thursday, January 8, 2015

 

Oliver

 

 

 


angel tiger

 

For the dexterity of his defence is an instance of the love of God to him exceedingly.
For he is the quickest to his mark of any creature.
For he is tenacious of his point.
For he is a mixture of gravity and waggery.
For he knows that God is his Saviour.
For there is nothing sweeter than his peace when at rest.

For in his morning orisons he loves the sun and the sun loves him.
For he is of the tribe of Tiger.
For the Cherub Cat is a term of the Angel Tiger.

 

From Christopher Smart, My cat Jeoffry

 


 

 

 


Wednesday, January 7, 2015

 

rain

 

 

 

 

 

Rain

 

The monotone of the rain is beautiful,
And the sudden rise and slow relapse
Of the long multitudinous rain.

The sun on the hills is beautiful,
Or a captured sunset sea-flung,
Bannered with fire and gold.

A face I know is beautiful--
With fire and gold of sky and sea,
And the peace of long warm rain.

 

Carl Sandburg, Monotone

 

 

 

 

 


Tuesday, January 6, 2015

 

theo

 

 

 

 

 

alone, important, and wise

 

Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
From moonlit place to place,
The sacred moon overhead
Has taken a new phase.
Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils
Will pass from change to change,
And that from round to crescent,
From crescent to round they range?
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
Alone, important and wise,
And lifts to the changing moon
His changing eyes.


From W.B. Yeats, The Cat and the Moon

 

 

 

 

 


Monday, January 5, 2015

 

veins

 

 

 

 

 

veins

 

Look: how they grow to be each other.
In their veins there is only God.
Each other's axis, a shimmering shape
that glows, like fire, a rapture, a delight.
They thirst, and are each other's wine;
see, how they are each other's seeing.
Let us let each rejoice into the other:
outlasting self, outlasting all.


Rilke, The Lovers, transl. Tom Davis.

 

 

 

 

 


Sunday, January 4, 2015

 

sleep

 

 

 

 

 

don't go back to sleep

 

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorstep
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don't go back to sleep.


Rumi

 

 

 

 

 


Saturday, January 3, 2015

 

who died?

 

 

 

 

 

who died?

 

When death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.

When it's over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.


Mary Oliver

 

 

 

 

 


Friday, January 2, 2015

 

endless knot

 

 

 

 

 

the endless knot

 

The endless knot is one of the eight fortunate symbols in Tibetan Buddhism. It has many meanings.

It is a pattern that is closed in on itself with no gaps, signifying the interrelatedness of everything.

It shows that the apparent disharmony and contradictoriness of the world we see is, seen properly, an illusion, disguising a world that is balanced, complete, and utterly interconnected.

In particular, it signifies the union of compassion and wisdom: that they are two aspects of the same thing.

When given as a gift, it indicates a deep karmic connection between giver and receiver, but in the context of a universe in which, seen with the eye of enlightement, all the scattered and disparate components are similarly, intricately, linked.

At the level of giver and receiver, it says "I love you." At the level of the consciousness of the Buddha mind, it says "love."

 

 

 

 

 


 

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