"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

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

Why Don't They Talk To Me?

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"

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

Nancy From Now On

Intro

Sleeping Ute

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."

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

Queen

"'...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."

"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

5/4

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

Lollipops And Roses

Sunday Candy

Walking With a Stranger

Lord Of The Rings Symphony: V. Hobbits

California Girls