Om purnamadah purnamidam
purnat purnamudcayate
purnasya purnamadya
purnamevavasisyate
Om santih santih santih
Om. That is whole. This is whole.
From that which is whole, this which is whole is produced.
Taking the whole from the whole,
Verily the whole remains.
Om peace peace peace
Monday, August 25, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Weekly Reading
The answer is never the answer. What's really interesting is the mystery. If you seek the mystery instead of the answer, you'll always be seeking. I've never seen anybody really find the answer -- they think they have, so they stop thinking. But the job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer.
~Ken Kesey
~Ken Kesey
Weekly Reading
How will you know the difficulities
of being human, if you're always
flying off to blue perfection?
Where will you plant your greif-seeds?
Workers need ground to scrape and hoe,
not the sky of unspecified desire.
~Rumi
of being human, if you're always
flying off to blue perfection?
Where will you plant your greif-seeds?
Workers need ground to scrape and hoe,
not the sky of unspecified desire.
~Rumi
Monday, August 4, 2008
Weekly Reading
Mornings at Blackwater
For years, every morning, I drank
from Blackwater Pond.
It was flavored with oak leaves and also, no doubt,
the feet of ducks.
And always it assuaged me
from the dry bowl of the very far past.
What I want to say is
that the past is the past,
and the present is what your life is,
and you are capable
of choosing what that will be,
darling citizen.
So come to the pond,
or the river of your imagination,
or the harbor of your longing,
and put your lips to the world.
And live your life.
~Mary Oliver
For years, every morning, I drank
from Blackwater Pond.
It was flavored with oak leaves and also, no doubt,
the feet of ducks.
And always it assuaged me
from the dry bowl of the very far past.
What I want to say is
that the past is the past,
and the present is what your life is,
and you are capable
of choosing what that will be,
darling citizen.
So come to the pond,
or the river of your imagination,
or the harbor of your longing,
and put your lips to the world.
And live your life.
~Mary Oliver
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