Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Two Fingers

I think joy is manmade work. Hard work, at that. Driven by exterior motives, gratitude and the deep drive of the yearning. Without perspective there would be no happiness. Enjoyment would be success driven and driven deep into institutionalized society. It takes a humans heart to feel that good, mechanical yet emotive. I wonder how we operate under all this emotional turmoil. You would think we would just fall to the ground in shock by now. We come to recognize the unnatural in life but never can come to be comfortable with it. Being all different from the surreal and adjustable.

"Tell the Stranger what you cannot tell
Those who love you and desire your joy:
Tell."
VIA CAROL OF THE STRANGER, ABBIE BURT BETINIS

Tuesday, December 29, 2015

I must remind myself, I only love what is true.

Monday, December 28, 2015

Then their is the things no one knows about.
"I regain possession of myself through you. I think like myself now, not like the man I became. I eat and sleep like myself, bad, which is bad, but it's like myself when I was myself and not the other man."

VIA THE BODY ARTIST, DON DELILLO

Sunday, December 27, 2015

Jello & Juggernauts

This time of year bears some consideration. What do we want now to fulfill our future now? Are we made for the wanting - built for the longing? We always are driven by our existence, but suddenly we demand requirements. So much need for something else around the corner. And I believe it is. Putting what we worked so hard to get to against the push of the outside present from the gracious world. Can we always bear accepting so much more? I feel limitations in my desire.

“The laws of nature permit things that in fact, in practice, she thought, never happen.
But could.
But could not.
But could. If only in his mind, she thought.”

Thursday, December 24, 2015

Tales from The Vienna Woods

I think at first I notice everything. Then nothing because then I consider. We lose ourselves so rarely, but I think we are more consumed then we recognize. I notice the puddles on the ground. And when they’re gone I still feel them in absence.

“Memorize a sunset for me.
I no longer see.
Memorize the passing of 
the clouds
in grey and blue

And I,
Will memorize you.”



Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Lindisfarne

It took me a generous amount to get me here. No faster than expected. And with me soon at what we face next at any given moment, I understand and appreciate where I stand. Although, I do believe I hurried through standing still, we do not get to choose how in what actuality time passes. Please give me relentless time. I take awhile to adjust - often. They don’t know the truth about me.

“Is love ever enough?”

I roll things off my tongue, testing the waters of the word and my mouth drowns in the weight & burns. I don’t know what to call you oh, sovereign one. Me. You.

“The voice of truth tells me a different story.”

Although often performing, rarely do I feel tested. But testing and judging are two complete different things. I don’t believe in either. Success is not love. And, my answers are as genuine as I have come to find.

“Some that don’t have answers are blessed with more questions.”

They say a helper goes before. I don’t think our natural ordinance calls for us to entreat others, but our divine says something completely different. More close to the heart and the connection we feel between others. It says ‘share this majesty’, ‘live into life’, ‘give what you can’ and ‘receive little’.

“Let no one separate.”


Thursday, December 17, 2015

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

Sunday, November 29, 2015

Saturday, November 28, 2015

"There is no I taken in itself, but only the I of the primary word I-Thou and of the primary word I-It. The I to which he refers is present when he says I. Further, when he says Thou or It, the I of the two primary words is present. The existence of I and the speaking of I are one and the same thing."
VIA I And Thou, Martin Buber

Thief of a Lover

Monday, November 23, 2015

"He who is in you is greater than the he who is in the world."
VIA John 4.4

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

"And I am as I was."

Monday, November 16, 2015

 "If you give me half the chance to change, I would."

Monday, November 2, 2015

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

",and it's the most beautiful thing I could tell you about."

Friday, September 11, 2015

"All I wanted to do was try to live the life that was inside me, trying to get out.
Why was that so hard?"

VIA Demian, Herman Hesse

Monday, September 7, 2015

Seventeen

"Modesty brings success.
It is the way of heaven ti shine its light
downward to create radiance.
It is the way of the earth to move ever upward.
It is the way of heaven to fill the empty
and increase the modest.
Spirits and gods bring harm to what is full
and prosperity to what is modest.
It is the way of men to hate fullness
and to love the modest.
Modesty spreads radiance.
Modesty cannot be ignored.
This is the end attained by the superior man."

Friday, September 4, 2015

New York, New York

Minnesota State Fair Beer Garden 2015


Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Friday, August 28, 2015

"We can only be what we are."

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Monday, August 17, 2015

The Pothumous Journey Of The Soul

"What to bring along? Nothing.
Everything. Even the smallest rock
is too heavy to lift, and whether
you can carry even a bird's song
in your ear is uncertain.

And where to go? not back along
those roads you knew when you 
were living in the body - not even
into the dreams that came at night -
but somewhere out there, beyond
anything you have imagined."


VIA Joyce Sutphen

Saturday, August 15, 2015

Twenty One

"There is thunder within the earth.
Thus the kings of antiquity
closed the passes 
at the time of the solstice.
Merchants and strangers
did not go about.
And the ruler 

did not travel through the provinces."

Sunday, August 9, 2015


"And he' time over to write his book, and keep his wisdom and never let himself become a slave to the greed for more than enough that is curse of mankind."
VIA Eugene O'Niell

Mercy, Mercy, Mercy

Friday, July 31, 2015

Sunday, July 26, 2015

Monday, July 20, 2015

Holberg Suite, Mvt V I: Praeludium


You know, I was the only one who stood up for a performance this afternoon and it was because I fealt proud. Often sitting ourselves where standards are more eloborate then our determination could be destructive, but it is when you apply effort that you inhabit the beauty of growth that positivity arises. Life should and is rewardable.

Thursday, July 16, 2015

Friday, July 10, 2015

I'm mean for real, life can love.

Thursday, July 9, 2015

“Alice: Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?
The Cheshire Cat: That depends a good deal on where you 
want to get to.
Alice: I don't much care where.....
The Cheshire Cat: Then it doesn't much matter which way you go.
Alice: ...So long as I get somewhere.........
The Cheshire Cat: Oh, you're sure to do that, 
if only you walk long enough.” 

VIA Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland



Monday, July 6, 2015

Friday, July 3, 2015

Thursday, July 2, 2015

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

"If we dig precious things from the land,
we will invite disaster.

Near the day of Purification, there will be cobwebs
spun back and forth in the sky.

A container of ashes might one day be thrown
from the sky, which could burn the land
and boil the oceans."
VIA The Hopi Prophecies

Lovely Bloodflow

Saturday, June 27, 2015

"To admit the ontological possibility of choice is already to betray the Cause."

Why Don't They Talk To Me?

Friday, June 26, 2015

Over the Rainbow/Home


Get Me To The Church On Time



A Little Parable

"I made the cross myself, whose weight
Was laid on me.
This thought is torture as I toil
Up life's steep Calvary.


To think mine own hands drove the nails!
I sang a merry song,

And chose the heaviest wood I had I had,

To build it firm and strong.

If I had guessed-if I had dreamed

Its weight was meant for me,
I should have made a lighter cross

To bear up Calvary."

VIA Anne Reeve Aldrich, 1866-1892

somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond

"somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture things which enclose me
or which; i cannot touch because they are too near


your slightest look will easily I close me
Though I have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal as Spring opens
(touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose


or if you wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;


no thing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing


(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice in your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain has such small hands"

Thursday, June 25, 2015

For he so loved the moon, that he stared and wished upon it.

Nancy From Now On

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Charity

"There is so much that is bad in the best of us
And so much that is good in the worst of us
That it doesn't behoove any of us
To talk about the rest of us."

Of Sailors and Whales: Movment 1, Ishmael

Go Out At Night

"But it is permitted to wish to give itself a meaning and a truth, and it then meets rigorous demands within its own heart."

Monday, June 22, 2015

That's The Way

"Man knows and thinks this tragic ambivalence which the animal and plant merely undergo. A new paradox is thereby introduced into his destiny.  'Rational animal,' 'thinking reed,' he escapes from his natural condition without, however freeing himself from it. He is still a part of this world of which he is a consciousness. He asserts himself as a pure internality against which no external power can take hold, and he also experiences himself as a thing crushed by the dark weight of other things. At every moment he can grasp the non- temporal truth of his existence. But between the past which no longer is and the future which is not yet , this moment when he exists is nothing. This privilege, which he alone possesses, of being a sovereign and unique subject admits a universe of objects, is what he shares with all his fellow- men. In turn an object for others, he is nothing more than an individual in the collectivity on which he depends."
VIA Simone De Beauvoir

Monday, June 15, 2015

Thursday, June 11, 2015

"'...embraces the one' refers to embracing the One, meaning following the Way. When you are truly one, your every act will be wise and true and you will have no need to 'prove' yourself in the eyes of others."

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

"At the Gorge of Lu, the great waterfall plunges for thousands of feet, its spray visible for miles. In the churning waters below, no living creature can be seen.

One day, K'ung Fu-tse was standing at a distance from the pool's edge, when he saw an ol man being about in the turbulent water. He called to his disciples, and together they ran to rescue the victim. But by the time they reached the water, the old man had climbed out onto the bank and was walking along, singing to himself.

K'ung Fu-tse hurried up to him. 'You would have to be a ghost to survive that,'he said, ' but you seem to be a man, instead. What secret power do you have?'

'Nothing special', the old man replied.' I began to learn while very young, and grew up practicing it. Now I am certain of success. I go down with the water and come up with the water. I follow it and forget myself. I survive because I don't struggle against the water's superior power. That's all.'"


VIA Chuang-tse

Carry On

Mushrooms and Such


Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Monday, June 8, 2015

Let Me Off Uptown

"But sometimes the knowledge of the scholar is a bit hard to understand because it doesn't seem to match up with our own experiance of things. In other words, Knowledge and Experiance do not necessarily speak the same language. But isn't the knowledge that comes from experiance more valuable than the knowledge that doesn't? It seems fairly obvious to some of us that a lot of scholars need to go outside and sniff around-walk through the grass, talk to the animals. That sort of thing. 

'Lots of people talk to animals,' said Pooh
'Maybe but...'
'Not very many listen, though,' he said
'that's the problem.' he added.

In other words, you might say that there is more to Knowing than just being correct. As the mystical poet Ha-shan wrote:


A scholar named Wang
Laughed at my poems.
The accents are wrong,

He Said,
Too many beats;
The meter is poor

The wording impulsive.

I laugh at his poems,
As he laughs at mine.
They read like

The words of a blind man
Describing the sun."
VIA The Tao of Pooh, Benjamin Hoff

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Sunday, May 31, 2015

I need not change a thing

I could try a million times to capture these floating cotton Aireoles on the green . Dancing from the blue up above to me. And dance along , some sky ridden. How far they've traveled. But everything has to go some which way. The birds, crying to one another plaintlessly. The bugs choosing to stay near the bottom of things . The green furniture which lies among us: buried on the ground. I could feel things being able to be changed and, wondered out of what course to fulfill  And then the Sun. God's witness. So tender, They were all there  so endlessly . Then that smell abound. So much to a many. All my stars are aligned.

Friday, May 29, 2015

"There's A Lady Who sure All That
Glitters Is Gold
And She's Buying A Stairway to Heaven.
And When She Get's There She Knows

If The Stores Are Closed.
With A Word  She Can Get What She Came For.

There's  A Sign on The Wall.

But She Wants To Be Sure.
Cause you Know Words Have
Two Meanings.
In A tree By The Brook There's A Songbird
Who Sings Sometimes.
All our Thoughts Are Misgiven.

There's A Feeling I Get When I look
To The West.
And My Spirit Is Crying For Leaving.
In My Thoughts I Have Seen Rings of Smoke
Through The Trees.
And The Voices of Those Who Stand Looking.

And It's Whispered That Soon If We All
Call The Tune.
The Will Lead Us To Reason.
And A New Day Will Dawn For Those
Who Stand Long.
And The Forests Will Echo With Laughter.

And It Makes Me Wonder.

If There's A Bustle In Your Hedgerow
Don't Be Alarmed Now.
It's Just A Spring Clean For The May-Queen.
Yes There Are Two Paths You Can Go By.
But In The Long Run.
There's Still Time To Change The Road You're On.

Your Head Is Humming And It Won't Go Away~In Case You Don't Know.
The Pipers Calling You To Join Him.
Dear Lady Can You Hear The Wind Blow.
And Did You Know
Your Stairway lies on The Whispering Wind.

And As We Wind On Down The Road.
Our Shadows Taller Than our Soul.
There Walks A Lady We All Know.
Who Shines White Light And Wants To Show.
How Everything Still Turns Gold.
And If You Listen Very Hard
The Tune Will Come To You At Last.
When All Are One And One Is All.
To Be A Rock And Not To Roll."

VIA Led Zeppelin IV

Heart & Bones













"It is extraordinary what is expected from the player, nothing less than in the other difficult works that we already know. The piece is truly brilliant and to such a high degree that its performance cannot fail to evoke admiration. The composer has not changed: yet, some of the passages of the piece remind us of the style we know from earlier."

Thursday, May 28, 2015

Skeleton Tiger

Laughing With A Mouth Of Blood

An everything was so wrong, but it was past repair. Life was a new plateau or horizontal plane.what did I need to take and what did I deserve. It was all not mine. I had hoped their was token in the grass or the waning clouds. There came a day where I knew too little to tread but had experienced much to much. Reams of glory for the gold stars, golden boy. Too be unsure or uncertain of feeling Was the worst. To not know like a knot tied in perfect bow. What was I to do forever? How many considerations can we live familiarized on. 



"We're in completely new territory, in our brain, and because we're in completely new territory, we're requiring the brain, literally, reconnecting to a new concept, and ultimately, it changes us from the inside out."

VIA Dr. Joeseph Dispenza

Emherst St.


























Saturday, May 23, 2015

Chapter Three: Under Attack

"On a nearby cliff,  three bullies looked down into Wobbuffet Village. 'The villagers are getting ready for their party,' said the first boy. He had red, spiky hair.'it is the perfect time for revenge.' 

The bully toke a Poke Ball out of his pocket. He called for his Pokemon. Hitmonlee, to come out. 

'Come out, Machoke!' Cried out another bully.

'Come out, Primape' said the third.

The three Pokemon  were strong and tough. They were ready for a Pokemon battle.

Meanwhile, Pikachu and it's friends were having fun playing with Wobbuffet in the park. They were surprised when a little boy came running up to them."

Friday, May 22, 2015

"You're very open-minded and will happily try anything once, but when you have made your mind up on something, it's quite hard for anyone to try and change it. "

Monday, May 18, 2015

Sunday, May 17, 2015

“I have manifested your name to the people whom you gave me out of the world. Yours they were, and you gave them to me, and they have kept your word. Now they know that everything that you have given me is from you.  For I have given them the words that you gave me, and they have received them and have come to know in truth that I came from you; and ithey have believed that you sent me.  I am praying for them. I am not praying for the world but for those whom you have given me, for they are yours. All mine are yours, and yours are mine, and I am glorified in them. And I am no longer in the world, but they are in the world, and I am coming to you. Holy Father, keep them in your name, which you have given me, tthat they may be one, even as we are one. They are not of the world, just as I am not of the world. Sanctify them in the truth; your word is truth. As you sent me into the world, so I have sent them into the world.  And for their sake I consecrate myself, that they also may be sanctified in truth."

VIA John 17

I'm Kicking Myself

Life of a Stupid Chicken.

Simply beautiful, sad word. So sad. Chicken by the many getting eaten. Yet, not for food. Yet, pigs eat cows, for tips about life. Cows never knew life was about living. They knew it was about food. Chicken on our plate was suddenly about green grass parks and work in the yard. Green and luscious. Luscious and real was life. 

Sherman, Flom, Cyert
9:07