Beautiful Rust
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Rain falls for centuries
Soaking the loose rocks in space
Sweet rain, the fire's out
The black snag glistens in the rain
& the last wisp of smoke floats up
-- Gary Snyder
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Obsessed by a fairy tale, we spend our lives searching for a magic door and a lost kingdom of peace.
-- Eugene O'Neill
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Look Deeply
Look deeply: every second I am arriving
to be a bud on a Spring branch,
to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings,
learning to sing in my new nest,
to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,
to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.
I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,
to fear and to hope.
The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death
of all that is alive.
-- Thich Nhat Hanh. Please Call Me by My True Names (excerpt)
to be a bud on a Spring branch,
to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings,
learning to sing in my new nest,
to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,
to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.
I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,
to fear and to hope.
The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death
of all that is alive.
-- Thich Nhat Hanh. Please Call Me by My True Names (excerpt)
Through the Trance of Silence
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IN the highlands, in the country places,
Where the old plain men have rosy faces,
And the young fair maidens
Quiet eyes;
Where essential silence cheers and blesses,
And for ever in the hill-recesses
Her more lovely music
Broods and dies--
O to mount again where erst I haunted;
Where the old red hills are bird-enchanted,
And the low green meadows
Bright with sward;
And when even dies, the million-tinted,
And the night has come, and planets glinted,
Lo, the valley hollow
Lamp-bestarr'd!
O to dream, O to awake and wander
There, and with delight to take and render,
Through the trance of silence,
Quiet breath!
Lo! for there, among the flowers and grasses,
Only the mightier movement sounds and passes;
Only winds and rivers,
Life and death.
-- Robert Louis Stevenson. In the Highlands.
David Darling. Cello Blue.
Where the old plain men have rosy faces,
And the young fair maidens
Quiet eyes;
Where essential silence cheers and blesses,
And for ever in the hill-recesses
Her more lovely music
Broods and dies--
O to mount again where erst I haunted;
Where the old red hills are bird-enchanted,
And the low green meadows
Bright with sward;
And when even dies, the million-tinted,
And the night has come, and planets glinted,
Lo, the valley hollow
Lamp-bestarr'd!
O to dream, O to awake and wander
There, and with delight to take and render,
Through the trance of silence,
Quiet breath!
Lo! for there, among the flowers and grasses,
Only the mightier movement sounds and passes;
Only winds and rivers,
Life and death.
-- Robert Louis Stevenson. In the Highlands.
David Darling. Cello Blue.
The Healer
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Blues a healer, healer, all over the world, all over the world
It healed me, it can heal you
The blues can heal you, early one morning
It can heal you
The blues can heal you
Yeah, yeah
It healed me, healed me
It healed me
I was down
I was down
It healed me
-- John Lee Hooker & Carlos Santana
Nice light this afternoon, first time all weekend...
Did I mention I do a killer John Lee Hooker impression? :)
It healed me, it can heal you
The blues can heal you, early one morning
It can heal you
The blues can heal you
Yeah, yeah
It healed me, healed me
It healed me
I was down
I was down
It healed me
-- John Lee Hooker & Carlos Santana
Nice light this afternoon, first time all weekend...
Did I mention I do a killer John Lee Hooker impression? :)
Rainy Day Invitation
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How about a Robert Frost poem for a rainy afternoon:
The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift.
The road is forlorn all day,
Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift,
And the hoof-prints vanish away.
The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee,
Expend their bloom in vain.
Come over the hills and far with me,
And be my love in the rain.
-- Robert Frost. A Line-Storm Song. (excerpt)
The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift.
The road is forlorn all day,
Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift,
And the hoof-prints vanish away.
The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee,
Expend their bloom in vain.
Come over the hills and far with me,
And be my love in the rain.
-- Robert Frost. A Line-Storm Song. (excerpt)
12th Mar 2010, 16:48
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It's Going to be a Good Day
Love comes out of nowhere baby, just like a hurricane
And it feels like rain
-- John Hiatt. Feels Like Rain.
And it feels like rain
-- John Hiatt. Feels Like Rain.
Beach Bum
Had a great time at the beach today. Here's a longer Owen video if you just can't get enough of puppies digging in sand: Can you dig it?!
11th Mar 2010, 17:40
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Ain't no sunshine
Sat on the concrete to take these... that'll put the fire out. :)
Maroon 5. Secret/Ain't No Sunshine.
Maroon 5. Secret/Ain't No Sunshine.
11th Mar 2010, 13:38
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Firestarter
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My delight and thy delight
Walking, like two angels white,
In the gardens of the night:
My desire and thy desire
Twining to a tongue of fire,
Leaping live, and laughing higher:
Thro' the everlasting strife
In the mystery of life.
Love, from whom the world begun,
Hath the secret of the sun.
Love can tell, and love alone,
Whence the million stars were strewn,
Why each atom knows its own,
How, in spite of woe and death,
Gay is life, and sweet is breath:
This he taught us, this we knew,
Happy in his science true,
Hand in hand as we stood
'Neath the shadows of the wood,
Heart to heart as we lay
In the dawning of the day.
-- Robert Seymour Bridges. My Delight and Thy Delight.
Walking, like two angels white,
In the gardens of the night:
My desire and thy desire
Twining to a tongue of fire,
Leaping live, and laughing higher:
Thro' the everlasting strife
In the mystery of life.
Love, from whom the world begun,
Hath the secret of the sun.
Love can tell, and love alone,
Whence the million stars were strewn,
Why each atom knows its own,
How, in spite of woe and death,
Gay is life, and sweet is breath:
This he taught us, this we knew,
Happy in his science true,
Hand in hand as we stood
'Neath the shadows of the wood,
Heart to heart as we lay
In the dawning of the day.
-- Robert Seymour Bridges. My Delight and Thy Delight.